The White Shadow was lurking in a gutter of the Zone Three. She was looking for any suspicious activities. She noticed increasing of crime for the past two weeks because she didn't go in the night. She held hope that Batman would keep his promise and gave her some gear for exchange for her help with the killer on the main land but she had never heard from Batman after she left that room. She spent time translating those notes from Evan. She was waiting for Batman to pay her back and even got a regular job at that time, in the Library in the Zone. She was waiting for him to come and share some equipment or anything, she would be happy to have anything but he didn't show up the first week. The second week came by and still nothing. She was running out of patience and there was something else what pushed her to go and be the White Shadow she was.
It was a cold day, it was freezing in the Library. Justice wrapped herself in thick cardigan and set next to the heater in the corner of an information desk. When this old man walked in. He had a fuzzy checkered scarf which closed half of his face and a knitted hat what was almost over his eyes. He brought a book "War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy to return. He took his gloves and Justice noticed his dark skin was covered with white ash it happened when it's cold outside. She couldn't say what was his nationality but she figured out he was dark skinned man from overseas because he talk with an accent. He returned a book without saying much except the weather and cold temperature. When he was leaving nevertheless he mentioned a saying "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog" while talking about his recently passed away pet. Only hours later Justice notice a bag under one of the reading tables where the old guy was sitting. She waited a week, she called the phone number on his library card but there was no result. She decided to open a bag to find out there was three Arabic swords all different designs. Justice didn't know what to do. She took them home and studied. One of the swords was Scimitar, the other one Persian War Sword and the third was Shamshir. They were definitely done by hand, a great master put love and strength in those swords. Why the old guy left them she didn't know but the moment she took one in her hand she knew he didn't just forget them he left them on purpose. And the purpose was clear.
Two days after The White Shadow once again emerged on the streets of the Zone and now she had something better then a kitchen knife. That night she raided a stash house leaving it on fire with all the drugs and guns inside of it. Next morning the fire crew which came quite late for the fire found three dead bodies outside of the house sliced like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day.