Ruthless

She was a ruthless woman, all dressed up in red and white, the colors of sin and light. Her eyes shone like stark rubies, so deceitful, yet so forlorn. And she brandished, not just a simple sword or bow, but a fan with such diligence and elegance.

She bore nothing but hatred for her fa...no...her creator and his immoral ways. But her sister, Kanna—

She'd do anything for him like the scentless, lifeless puppet she was. After all, neither does remorse nor petty qualms weigh her down by the ankles like it does...with her.

Tear-fall...

Escape, she thought. Why does it seem so futile?