DISCLAIMER : I don't own any of the characters here. They are owned by the lovely people who make the game. ETC
The room was fairly large. Tables with mirrors, make up sprawled across many of the tables. Clothes of all sorts lying on the floor. The sound of running water, like the sound from a shower. A lone chair sat in the middle of the room, an elegant dress folded over the back of it. Women's lingerie on the seat.
The running water stopped. The sound of walking across a floor then the opening of a door.
Helena entered her room. She wore a towel that covered her from the top of her breasts down halfway at her thighs. Another towl was on her head which she used to dry her hair with.
'Your mother was a good looker. Wasn't she?'
Helena froze before slowly turning and looking at the chair. Helena moved slowly to the side to see Ayane sitting on the seat, she was looking at a photo frame. The photograph of Helena's mother. Helena began to reach for something, anything on the table closest her.
'We both know that a brush will not do much harm to me. If it even hits me of course,' said Ayane.
'What do you want?' asked Helena resigning to Ayane's prescence.
'You have your mother's beauty. Her eyes. A perfect reflection.'
'What do you want?'
'Nice clothes,' said Ayane holding Helena's bra in the air at the end of her finger.
Helena tried to reach for it but Ayane pulled it away.
'What do you want Ayane?'
'I didn't do it,' came the reply.
'Didn't do what?' asked Helena.
Ayane just repeated herself, 'I didn't do it.'
Helena just watched Ayane.
'You know I didn't. I couldn't. I could never kill a woman of such integrity, of such beauty, of such kindness. I would strike anyone down. I am Ayane. But I didn't. I was there. That day. I saw the killer. A man. But his face was covered. I was hired to kill your mother. But I didn't. And they knew I wouldn't. They hired another. To kill your mother and me.'
'Who is they?!' shouted Helena.
'I cannot tell you,' replied Ayane.
Helena suddenly moved forward to hit Ayane but Ayane had moved as well and caught Helena's wrist.
'Perhaps the man was a mercenary? Perhaps he was older? Perhaps he was a punk? Or even perhaps he was a ninja? Helena to find the truth you must seek it out. Find this man and find the truth. That is all I can tell you, my life is still at stake from a worse enemy than you,' Ayane said.
Helena gave Ayane a strange look then suddenly Ayane grabbed the towel from around her body and pulled it. Helena's wrist was let go but suddenly the towel on her head had covered her face. Helena positioned herself in a fighting stance, a towel halfway down her legs and a towel covering her face.
Then she pulled away the towel from her face. The door was ajar. Ayane was gone.