"There's a noose that hangs at the entrance to the city. It's a message to all who encounter it. For the cautious and the sane, it's a warning. For the reckless and the wild at heart, an invitation they cannot refuse. Villains from various hells of the underworld gather here. They come here from across the world to butt heads and jostle for power. A city of evil born between the East and the West during the Cold War and nurtured by many who came here to ride the wave of the illegal drug trade sweeping across the continent. The edge of the world, the crucible of debauchery, this place where those whose souls have been destroyed in the relentless search for money and power reside. A final stop on the way to Hell. How have I managed to stay alive this long? With the help of three people: Dutch, Revy and Benny. Also known as the Lagoon Company. Just two weeks before now, two strangers entered this city, wreaked havoc in their wake on their crusade to save their comrade and after they succeeded and left, the city's population had dropped by two thirds from the sheer death toll of the battles that happened, leaving me in particular as an entity who has become demonic by species rather than mentality. But of course, it has recovered swiftly enough. After all, the world is never lacking in evil. And right now, another sacrificial lamb has wandered too far from home. Whether they'll end up as another victim or it's newest resident like me, Roanapur awaits. As it always has."

- Rokuro "Rock" Okajima

On a particularly hot morning, Rock (a.k.a. Rokuro Okajima) hummed nervously as he prepared his children for school.

His children. Right. It may have been two weeks since that night, but he was a dad now.

'I really need to get used to that. Also, how to deal with this...' Rock thought as he surveyed the surprisingly large amount of people coming for his classes.

It had been pretty unsurprising to discover that Roanapur had no such thing as a local school but given that the twins had wanted to learn the Japanese language their newly gotten father was native to, Rock had set up a small makeshift classroom in the area just before the Lagoon Company's house/workplace.

From the start, he had begun with just Hansel and Gretel, teaching the twins how to speak and write Japanese. As he did that, he added in a few bits, testing their Mathematics, Business Studies and Economics.

(Rock was more than a little pissed to discover that Verrocchio had actually been underpaying them to assassinate Balalaika of all people.

Sure, they were nigh immortal and at little risk, but it was the principle of the thing, dammit!)

Still, that wasn't the issue. The real issue... was just how large his 'class' had become. Last week, it had consisted of just Hansel and Gretel.

Then, a few bored and illiterate teenagers passed by and showed some interest and Rock was too kindhearted to turn them away.

Then a few days later, two cartel members showed up out of curiosity about the rumor of a competent educational teacher in Roanapur. Apparently, they were impressed with what they saw because they (along with more men) returned the next day with a lot of kids who were children from various cartels, along with a lot of money for payment.

Dutch, always the opportunist, had instantly capitalized on Rock's 'spare time job' and helped in setting up his classes.

Now, there were twenty children (plus armed bodyguards) excluding the twins, along with a few illiterate teenagers and adults who Rock was tactful enough to make separate sessions for.

It was to the sight of Rock loudly emphasizing the proper pronunciation of some long words that a hungover Revy (a.k.a. Rebecca Lee) briefly stopped to observe as she passed by. "That moron's too fucking loud on this hot day."

This.

Fucking.

Sucked.

Revy sighed as even the Church of Violence offered no reprieve against the heat. A quick shake of her half empty glass revealed that the ice cubes cooling her beer in it were long melted. "If I knew your AC got fucked up too, I wouldn't have come over here. I should've made Rock or any of the brats carry me over to the docks so that I'd drown myself."

Eda the bitchy nun cackled at that. "Make sure you're wearing something nice when you meet our Maker. No, wait." Sitting up to look at Revy, Eda inquired further. "You got anything skimpier than what you're wearing? How about you give pretty boy a show before that?"

"Hah?" Revy hated how her cheeks heated up. "Rock? The guy who still won't wear the shirt I got him? Fuck that virgin. He's not getting so much as a peek until he willingly wears one of my gifts!"

Rock was also still the guy who was closest to Revy's heart, especially after that night when he... he...

Sharp pinpricks on her neck... A feeling of euphoria as something was gently sucked out of her... Glowing eyes filled with (blood)lust...

Revy slammed her head back onto the table, her face crimson from the memory.

"Seriously?" Eda's tone took a mix between incredulity and annoyance. "You haven't done it with him, yet?"

"You sound interested." Revy scoffed.

"I am interested." Eda clarified, causing the gunslinger to look up again in shock at the nun's serious face. "C'mon. The guy was already a cutie before he became a vampire. Now, I hear that those gals above Bao's bar keep calling him over despite his constant refusals."

And that didn't even count in his involvement in killing off all the zombies that night weeks ago. Almost everyone in Roanapur now knew of Rock's new abilities... and he still stayed in everyone's Nice Lists.

After all, not only had his personality not changed in the slightest, there were still worse monsters than him in the city (excluding the Vampire Twins).

Even the various bosses tolerated him as long as he made sure not to interfere with any of their businesses.

(In the privacy of their home, Benny had noted that there was probably not much they could've done to Rock anyway. It was only his utter lack of ambition that had kept Rock from realizing that he could potentially take over Roanapur singlehandedly.)

Eda tsked in disappointment, much to Revy's annoyance as she squashed down the pleased feeling she got from Rock rejecting those strippers. "Revy, you've got to understand that as a vampire, Rock is very high demand for a lot of reasons. Twilight was a shitty novel, but there isn't a single gal who read it and didn't wonder what fucking a real vampire would feel like? How am I supposed to guess what it's like if you're too wimpy to tread the waters?"

"Fuck you, bitch." Revy snarled possessively. "I could take that dumbass for a ride whenever I feel like!"

Eda scoffed. "You're so predictable whenever I bring him up."

A sudden banging came from the chapel's locked doors.

"Hello! I'm being chased! Help me!"

Revy and Eda blinked idly at the panicked Indian-accented English crying from the other side of the doors before the former pointed at it. "It's for you."

"The Lord's House is fucking closed!" Eda yelled back with utter lack of sympathy for their plight.

"Hurry, please! Open up! Open up!"

Sighing in unison at the annoying banging hurting their drunk brains, Revy and Eda brought up their hands.

Rock.

Paper.

Scissors!

Revy: Scissors

Eda: Paper

"Tch."

Lobos... wanted a vacation from this guy.

He understood that Elvis only wanted his worker back, especially after having already dumped so much resources into her work. But he also sympathized with Janet Bhai after learning that her 'employer' had shot her apparently very important business partner, essentially flushing it all down the drain.

Moron.

Then they tracked the runaway counterfeiter to the Church of Violence's territory, with Lobos hoping that Elvis wouldn't set anybody off.

Then Elvis, totally unprovoked, shot. At. Sister. Eda.

Fucking! Moron!

Thankfully, his screams of rage were masked by the loud gunfire raining on the cars shielding them. Apparently, he was extra unlucky this morning because 'Two Hands' Revy was here too!

"Any idiot who tries to attack us..."

"...had better fucking prepare themselves!"

"Goddammit! Shoot them! Kill 'em all!"

"Stop! Belay that!" Lobos yelled even louder than Elvis did, not wanting the poor local gangsters to earn the Church of Violence's ire as well. "Don't shoot back, no matter what!"

"Shoot, you idiots!"

*PEWBOOOM!*

Something crashed down from the sky and kicked up enough dust from the impact to block the view of both sides. "Revy! Eda! Stop shooting!"

To Lobos's utter relief, the shooting stopped immediately, allowing him to gingerly stand up and watch the dust fade away to reveal 'Nice Guy' Rock of the Lagoon Company.

Everyone in Roanapur knew of Rock by now, especially after what he did stop that horrible night in which the city's population dropped by two thirds.

Even before then, Rock was still known as the Lagoon Company's newest guy, especially for his constant company of 'Two Hands' Revy. Anyone who knew her a year ago would've been stomped by how much of Rock's influence had calmed the crazy gunwoman. Still, as her usual behavior a minute ago showed, proving that even Rock could only do so much.

"Get outta the damn way, Rock!" Revy roared.

"Hold on, please!" Lobos yelled as he got up to face them, seeing Rock standing in between them in a crater, along with a container in his hand. "It's me, Lobos! Please put your guns down! It was a mistake!"

"What happened, Lobos?" Rock asked.

"Oi, bastard." Before Lobos could stop him, Elvis walked up to Rock and pressed his gun against the salaryman's temple. "You know them, right? Call those bitches off, now!"

"And you are, sir?" Rock asked, completely calm as he waved an arm to stop Revy who had instantly pointed a gun at the guy.

"Elvis, stop!" Lobos pleaded with utter panic. Of all guys for him to point a gun at!

"You're speaking to the leader of the Neveral Cartel, Elvis Paul Dobson!" Elvis snarled-

"I see... Lobos, are you okay?" Rock asked as he approached Lobos, surprising everyone who hadn't even seen him move.

'F-Fast...' "I-I'm fine." Lobos's brain fired into overdrive, looking for a solution. With Rock here, chances of everyone leaving here alive had skyrocketed to a new high. If he could-

"Revy!" Rock suddenly called out. "What made you start shooting?"

"One of those fuckers shot my beer out of my hand!" Revy screamed.

"That same fucker put a hole in the church's doors!" Eda added.

Lobos's mind nearly crashed.

THAT! STUPID! FUCKING! MORON!

Visible attack on the Church of Violence's building, which was regarded as neutral ground? Legitimate reason for an annihilation order by practically all of the smugglers' regular customers.

Attacking a Roanapur resident's drink?! That last bit was the kind of shit Lobos himself would've shot the culprit for!

"Hm..." Rock crossed his arms for a bit and thought it through before nodding to himself. "Yes. This is the best way." With that said, he approached Elvis and declared his words loud enough for everyone to hear. "This gunfight's over. Whatever business you have can be postponed until after Sister Eda has calmed down, which will probably not be anytime soon, so please leave."

"Huh?" Elvis growled as he approached Rock. "'This gunfight's over'? You don't get to decide that shit-"

Lobos winced as Rock instantly flattened Elvis with a roundhouse kick that smashed his face into the ground. Still, even Lobos would admit that that was the absolute gentlest punishment he could've gotten.

"There. I just did." Rock coldly stated, causing several of Elvis's men to step back, thoroughly intimidated. "All of you, please take him away and leave, right now."

Making a mental note to buy Rock a drink later, Lobos took the chance to command the others. "We're leaving! Grab Elvis and get in the cars!"

Very grateful for that command, the gangsters grabbed their boss's unconscious body and dragged him away. Lobos himself stayed back a bit to shake Rock's hand gratefully before hauling ass himself.

"Well, well, well." Rock blinked as Sister Yolanda herself appeared. "A bit more violent than I expected of you, but you definitely ended the negotiations with nobody dying so I'll give you props for that."

"Thank you, Sister Yolanda." Rock bowed respectfully.

"Rock!" Revy snapped. "While it was nice to see that fucking faggot get literally kicked down, what am I supposed to do about my fucking beer?! I'm very unsatisfied!"

Ah. Good thing he already came with the perfect solution for that. Holding up the container before her and Eda, Rock opened it to revealing to be a cooler filled with several beer bottles along with a large helping of ice in it. "I have cold beer. Am I forgiven?"

Revy and Eda idly blinked at it before the latter whooped and swiped the cooler away from Rock. "I forgive you! The church appreciates your offerings!"

"Ah! Eda, you dirty bitch!" Revy chased after her, leaving Rock and Yolanda with the still cowering blonde Indian.

"My, my." Yolanda sighed as she surveyed the damage to the door. "You may have saved us a lot on bullet fees but the repair fee's still got to be paid. Money's never a joking matter around these parts."

"That is true." Rock wryly chuckled before looking down at the blonde girl. "Who's this, by the way?"

"An excellent question." Yolanda turned to address the girl. "It seems that the Lord has sent an angel in this young man to spare your life for a little bit longer. Now why don't you come in and tell us your story?"

"Whaaaaat?" The three turned to see a young priest approaching with a machine gun, looking very disappointed at the lack of targets. "They're gone already?!"

"They are the Neveral Cartel, the Florida branch of the Gerolam Familia." Janet Bhai explained, with the salaryman before her nodding along as if her words matched with his knowledge. "The cartel hired me to make counterfeits of the old dollar bills. The design team for the counterfeit bills are all over the world, so that hasn't been a problem thanks to the Internet. I keep the team together. I'm pretty much their leader."

"And?" The old woman asked as she lit a cigarette. Rock, the man who sent Elvis and his men away, stated her to be the top authority of the whole church. "What did you screw up to be chased by them?"

"No one screwed up on my end." Jane hastily denied, her perfectionist nature leaking out with lots of disrespect. "They just didn't have any taste. How rude. Listen up. I took this job because I heard I could make perfect counterfeit money. That Super Z printer was a big shock for me. The paper was perfect, but it was the mixture ratio that was the real cincher..."

Jane started to ramble off, missing the increasingly annoyed looks on the young women's faces along with the exasperated one on the salaryman's as he handed out the drinks.

First to stop paying attention was the young priest Rico who nodded off and was now dozing on Rock's shoulder.

Then Revy and Eda started smoking to pass the time.

Then Rock started tapping his armrest with his fingers.

Then Revy started to tap her heels in tune with Rock's beat.

Then Eda joined her in tapping her heel as well.

"...we use a method where we alter the ink pressure in certain places with rubber..."

By now, Jane still hadn't noticed the women were tapping their heels more furiously, along with only Rock and Yolanda being the ones to keep paying attention.

"Hey, hey, hey, I've got a question."

Jane blinked as she was interrupted by the young nun. "Er, yes?"

"Sorry to interrupt you in your speech, but..." Eda spoke in a tone that clearly conveyed how un-sorry she was. "Can't you wrap this up? Are you going to put your review of 'Battle of the Bulge' in there too?"

"Wha- You're the ones who asked!" Jane replied. "Are you telling me you got bored?"

"Sorry." At least, this guy sounded sincere compared to the others. "It's just that for a while now... you've been rambling about stuff that doesn't connect to the cartel at all."

Rock shook Rico awake, prompting the priest to get back to whatever he'd been doing before. "Nobody here is that interested in counterfeiting as you are, Miss Bhai."

"Rock, her attitude reminds me of someone real annoying." Revy pointed at Jane exhaustedly. "Yeah, she's just like that bitchy hag from the Child Welfare Center."

Rock frowned. "I remember that there were four of them you labelled as bitchy hags. Which one do you mean?"

These little...

Jane readjusted her glasses as she spoke up to get back to her topic.

"Anyway, research like that takes time and money-"

"That's enough. I think we all understand." Yolanda waved her quiet.

Eda spoke up. "So you tried to pull one over them like that."

"You say the same thing like those idiots." Jane scoffed as she fished out two dollar bills. "Fine, proof over theory."

"You want us to check the goods? This'll only take a second, you idiot." Revy snatched them and held them up to observe with Eda and Rock looking over her shoulders. "Look, this one's print is off by half an inch and the Department of Treasury mark is too green. But this one's rose-work is more refined. Am I right?"

Before Jane could put the tattooed woman in her place, Rock spoke up. "I'm not so sure about that..."

Rock took the bills himself to observe. "I've never heard of any Federal Mints in the States that start with 'M' compared to this 'D'... And for a bill that looks better, it's too new looking. Unless you got this straight from a mint, it's actually abnormal for a bill made in the 70's to look this... untouched."

"Not bad." Jane nodded in approval, looking at Rock in a new light. Influential, helpful and smart... "Most people focus on the detailing, but it's really the careful aging that makes it work. After all, both of those bills are fake."

That last bit got a chuckle from Yolanda as well as a surprised look from Rock, Revy and Eda. "So you've proven that you can deceive even the eyes of a salaryman used to many monetary transactions and accountings. All right, we'll believe you. Let's get down to the important part."

"...I went over the deadline." Jane stared before reluctantly biting out. "But I already had a goal in mind so I couldn't back down. And then they shot Theo! He was my German operator and was in charge of managing the information we got from our online members! Everything we've accomplished went down the drain in an instant!"

Jane stomped the ground in anger, wiping the small tears that sprung up from the memory. She would never forget the look of dull terror and confusion just before a bullet splattered his brain all over his computer.

Fighting the urge to heave, especially with her already empty stomach, Jane continued. "They just don't get it! So I finally got fed up, smashed his computer over one of the guys guarding me and hightailed it. That's all of it."

"...isn't that all your fault, then?" Revy surmised.

"Hah?!" Jane snapped. "You don't-"

"Did you or did you not enter a set agreement with Elvis?" Rock cut in with a hard gaze. "With allocated time, resources and transactions?"

"Well, it's actually-"

"Answer the question, girlie." Eda cut her off.

"...well, yeah..." Jane bit out. "But I could've achieved perfection if he waited a bit more!"

"Elvis may have been crazily eager to shoot you but I think he might have been actually justified in doing so." Rock sighed heavily. "In the business world, there are few things more detestable than those who renegade on agreed contracts."

"If any of us here were in that moron's position, we'd definitely shoot you too." Eda added with a nod. "A promise is a promise and you're the one who failed to deliver."

"What?!" Jane jumped to her feet in outrage. "I knew you people wouldn't understand me! Playing with your stupid guns all day!"

Revy cocked her gun in warning. "Hey. This stupid gun's got a fucking all-purpose manner. It won't be picky in killing whoever's it's pointed at."

"Easy, Revy." Rock laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "If you kill her here, Sister Yolanda will probably make you clean up the blood yourself."

"Yes. Yes, I would." Yolanda confirmed. "Young lady, God sure has been smiling on you all day. You're very fortunate. These couple here ("The fuck you calling a couple?!") are specialists in getaways. You could probably handle the costs with the print plates in that bag you've been lugging about."

"I don't want to hand over anything that's incomplete!" Jane refused instantly.. before reluctantly admitting that pride wouldn't be of much help in this situation. "But this is an emergency and I can't be picky... How about you buy it for 30,000 excluding the getaway fee?"

The sound of Rock's hand clapping over his face echoed around the chapel.

"Well, that's that." Yolanda sighed. "Go ask a different God."

Jane couldn't believe this! Wasn't this a church?! "Wha...?! Aren't you worshippers of God?!"

"As St. Luke said in his chapter at 16:9; 'I tell you, make friends for yourselves using worldly riches.'." Eda stated.

Jane had no idea if that was accurate or not.

"I just don't care, Eda." Revy callously stated. "Just get out and die on your own, idiot."

Jane grit her teeth before turning to her last hope. "What about you, sir? Given how Elvis's men and these women acted, you're pretty influential, right?! Not to mention, the way you fell out of the sky means that you're something special, right?!"

Rock shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry. I don't think my abilities will help you in the way you want. Besides, even if Revy and I were to agree, our boss would still need to agree on it as well. If Dutch says no, you'll have to ask someone else."

In other words, Jane was fucked.

With a scoff, Jane picked up her bag and headed for the chapel's doors. "Well, screw you all. I'm grateful that you saved me from a tight spot. So, goodbye."

"Hey, hold on a sec." Eda leaned back to address the counterfeiter just as she reached the doors. "Where are you staying tonight?"

"I'll just find a place, somehow."

Rock hissed with a wince and Revy snickered, honestly conveying just how much of a bad idea that was for Jane.

"You do that and you'll get a new asshole before you even take your socks off." Eda smiled in a way that Jane noticed to be similar to Elvis whenever he had a greedy thought. "So, here's the deal~ There's a cheap place called the 'Ramsap Inn' just past the Charkwan Market. If you tell them that Sister Eda sent ya and is calling in Favor #6, they'll let you in~"

"...that's so sus."

"That ain't for free, of course." Eda waved her hand before pointing to the collection bowl behind Jane. "So please donate $300 on your way out."

"...I see." Jane scoffed as she dumped some bills in it. "You're really acting out the church bit, huh. Then it's a deal."

With that, Jane left the church, wincing as the afternoon sunlight hit her right in the face.

What could she do now...?

First things first, she had to get to Ramsap Inn before night came. Once she was safe in a room and slept a bit, then...

Then...

Jane would have to think of what came next.

Nearly choking as he left the night air to breathe in some asshole's smoke, 'Groovy Guy' Russell huffed as he finally met all the available mercenaries that Lobos had called up in a rather shitty bar. "All right, then. I'll be giving the orders."

He pulled out a picture of the Indian woman. "$1,000 a head. She's staying at the Ramsap Inn. Your job is to capture her alive. If she resists, then you can rough her up a bit."

Honestly, it was a rather simple job that Russell felt needed little explaining.

"No needing unneeded words, you idiot bastard!" The Chinese looking bitch complained in broken English. "If I not bored, why would I come for chump change like this?!"

"Shenhua's right, cowboy!" The blond man next to her agreed. "How about you go back to Texas and fuck a cow or something?!"

"For a guy who got here yesterday, you're too damned bossy!"

"Go get Lobos! We can't talk to a loser like you."

"Yeah! Who the hell are you to order us around, anyway?"

"You bastards...!" Russell growled. He knew that Elvis had called these people disrespectful barbarians, but to think it was even worse than his boss had described...!

"Listen to what I have to say, you bastards!" Russell snapped.

"We... Only... Need to know... Who the... New faces are..."

The noises stopped as a mechanical voice cut through the air, prompting everyone to stare at a pretty young goth girl with a handheld electrolarynx pressed against her scarred throat.

""""""Who are you?""""""

Several thought as one, with Shenhua outright asking, only to be floored by the fact that she was in fact 'Sawyer the Cleaner', a popular 'disposal' butcher who's face had never been seen before.

"Over there... Are the... New faces..."

Shenhua looked over at the direction Sawyer pointed at and saw two unfamiliar men at the corner. "You right. Me never seen them before."

"You two, what are your names?"

One was a bespectacled fat man with short blonde hair. "I am Claude 'Torch' Weaver."

The other was silver haired, dressed in a trench coat and had dark sunglasses even in the night. "Lotton... 'The Wizard'."

"Hold up, is that milk I see in your glasses?"

"I can't drink beer." Lotton sheepishly replied. "It always makes me puke."

"For me, it's for religious reasons." Weaver answered.

"So unfitting..."

"More importantly, what kind of weapons you use?" Shenhua asked.

While Lotton brought out a Mauser C96 which had an extended magazine, Weaver however brought out what looked like... a lighter?

"The hell's that- HOLY SHIT!"

Everyone except Lotton recoiled as Weaver flicked on the miniature flamethrower, causing it to spew out a strong burst of flames that nearly ignited the wooden ceiling.

"Idiot! You planning on burning down the fucking pub?!"

"We're surrounded by flammables everywhere, you crazy ass motherfucker!"

Russell shook as he peeked out from the table he'd hidden behind.

This place was insane! Completely Bonkers! He had to wrap this up and get back to Florida ASAP!

"Hold on, you bastards! Before y'all start going off again, that blonde ain't the only target!" Russel yelled as he fished another picture and held it up for everyone to see, displaying Rock's face to the killers. "This one's wanted dead! $4,000 for the one who brings back his head!"

Shenhua whistled. "What did dumbass do to earn bounty? Also, you really new around here if you placing bounty on him of all people."

Russell frowned. Was the white-collar some bigshot around here? "My boss's got personal grief with this idiot."

"Rock's easily the nicest guy in the whole city." A particularly huge mercenary spoke up. "If he did something to your boss, they probably deserved it."

The guy next to him scoffed. "Plus, ignoring the guys we'll piss off after killing him, can he actually be killed? He's a vampire now, right?"

"Maybe with a stake or some shit?"

"Nah, he walks around in sunlight. Those cliché vampire weaknesses are bullshit."

Huh? What's all this talk about a vampire?

"I'll take it." Lotton said, surprising everyone as nobody, even Russell himself, noticed the silverhead approach and take the picture out of the cowboy's hand. "He sounds like a fun hunt."

"Meh. Your funeral." Shenhua shrugged before addressing the others. "So we all know everyone's weapons and targets. All okay?"

Russell gawked as just like that, everyone agreed and started to head out, nobody stating anything with the closest resemblance to a plan.

"Let's go take care of this and come back for more drinks."

"Hey, if that Lotton guy's going after Rock, what about the Vampire Twins?"

"Aha! I knew I was forgetting something important!"

"Well, we're not the ones hunting Rock down so it's not our problem."

"Amen to that. How far away is Ramsap Inn anyways?"

"We got rides so we'll just carpool."

"What are you waiting for, cowboy? You're gonna get left behind!"

"Oh right. The tab's all yours."

Ears ringing from the laughter that followed that last sentence, Russell gritted his teeth hard enough to nearly hurt his gums. "Gah! Wait for me, you bastards!"

As Russell rushed out after them, he nearly slipped on some bits of ice that had been in the way. If Russell hadn't been too busy cursing whatever that had caused the ice, he might have noticed that the ice were curiously shaped like bootprints.

Sitting beside the window in their room, Hansel tilted his head as the full moon's silvery light peeked out from a cloud. "Do you hear that, Sora Mea?"

Gretel joined him at the window and tilted her head, filtering the various sounds that came from the city.

*rrksh*

Hammers of many guns being cocked.

*shing*

The steely rattle of blades being drawn.

*hehehehe*

The laughter of greedy killers.

"Ah..." Gretel nodded in understanding, a fanged smirk filled to the brim with bloodlust which perfectly matched her twin's. "It's those sounds again, Fratele Meu."

""The sounds of Death fishing for a large haul again.""