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Elegance In Shadows Pt 3 Sr Edith 250221
In the dense forest of Forest View Drive, amidst the stark ambiance of the Tsubaki security building, an intense meeting unfolds between Ritsuka of the Iron Camellia and the angelborn Hitomi Rin. The scene is thick with tension, highlighted by the eerie clinking of Hitomi’s chains, symbolizing her capture and the difficult negotiations ahead. Hitomi, despite her ethereal beauty and fierce determination, finds herself at the mercy of Ritsuka, trapped in chains that signify not just her physical restraint but the heavier chains of betrayal and manipulations that have led her to this precipice.
Ritsuka, aware of the escalated tension, observes Hitomi’s defiance and honor, qualities she respects. Hitomi’s revelation of being used as a pawn by external forces, specifically mentioning her unwillingness to be manipulated by Venice and her inadvertent role in a deceptive scheme, throws Ritsuka into a deeper contemplation of the complexities within the supernatural underworld. This acknowledgment sparks Ritsuka’s interest, especially upon recognizing the butterfly knife entwined in Hitomi’s hair – a symbol of the angel's elegance and potential for violence.
The intricate dance of diplomacy ensues, with both women navigating through their own reserves of anger, betrayal, and the quest for honor. Hitomi solemnly declares her manipulation and refusal to partake further in Venice’s machinations, signaling her desperation to reclaim some semblance of dignity despite the impending doom she senses. Ritsuka, in a gesture of respect and understanding, decides to remove Hitomi’s chains and return her butterfly knife, signifying a unique form of trust amidst the shadows of treachery surrounding them.
The conversation between Hitomi and Ritsuka reveals a complex network of alliances, betrayals, and the overarching shadow of the Yakuza’s ambitions, which threatens the delicate balance within the supernatural and human realms. Hitomi's insights into Vox Dei's misuse and the vilification towards the Tsubaki district underscore a larger conspiracy at play, prompting Ritsuka and her Iron Camellia to prepare for an unseen war brewing beneath the surface.
Hitomi's departure, although marked by a subdued acknowledgment of Ritsuka’s honor, carries with it a silent understanding of the irreversible stain on her own honor. The act of returning the thumb drive containing Hilaina Strahd's research to Ritsuka serves as Hitomi’s final fulfillment of duty, a stark reminder of the personal costs involved in the intricate games of power within their world.
As Hitomi fades into the mists, embracing the end she believes restores her honour, whispers of her fate echo through the underworld, stirring unrest and reflections on the price of honor and betrayal. Ritsuka, now endowed with critical information and a deeper connection to the supernatural forces, stands at the verge of a larger conflict, ready to use the newfound knowledge to fortify her position and protect her own amidst the burgeoning storm.
The narrative weaves through themes of power, honor, and the relentless pursuit of autonomy against the backdrop of supernatural intrigue, leaving a lasting imprint of the complexities tied to the realms beyond human comprehension.
(Elegance in shadows PT3(SREdith):SREdith)
[Thu Feb 20 2025]
On Forest View Drive
Heading north and deeper into the forest, the lighting grows dim at best, filtering through tree branches to highlight the ruts and dips of the this simple dirt road. It is well-oaxked, however, designed to withstand summer storms and winter snows.
It is morning, about 16F(-8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky.
The atmosphere within the Tsubaki security building is heavy with tension, a palpable electricity that crackles in the air, mingling with the faint scent of polished steel and aged wood from Ritsuka's weapons and those of the Iron Camellia around her. The walls seem to close in around the conflict unfolding; The angel and Ritsuka at the epecenter. There is a bow from the ethereal presence of Hitomi Rin, the angelborn, and she introduces herself to Ritsuka as though one to another equal. The soft light casts a cool, sterile glow, illuminating the sharp angles of Hitomi's obsidian chains-- The angelic bane employed by Ritsuka's people expertly, the links draging behind her like dark tendrils, each movement a deliberate reminder of her imprisonment by the Tsubaki. The clinking of those chains echoes in the otherwise silent room, a haunting melody that underscores her inner turmoil, captured and Ritsuka's mercy. The Iron Camellia as one hold their breaths as they watch on; Ritsuka is teaching them a lesson they know they well need to know here, and the torture methods suggested are something they are, at this point, used to delivering to those who do not submit to the will of the Iron Camellia. Hitomi's wings; Heavy and burdened, are a stark imposition of both her celestial heritage and her current plight, the weight of expectation and duty pressing down on her like the chains that bind her as Ritsuka speaks. Hitomis posture is rigid, her body a study in discipline and defiance. Her jaw is set tight, a clear indicator of her simmering rage. Despite the chains that bind her, she exudes an air of authority befitting her lineage, standing as a striking figure of haunting beauty and fierce resolve. As she bows to Ritsuka, the precise angle of her head speaks volumes of her understanding of honor and hierarchy, a dance of respect wrapped in hostility. The air feels thick with unspoken words and unresolved conflicts, a battlefield of wills where the stakes are high, and all because of external forces and those who could not be trusted in the past, those memories hovering over Ritsuka's shoulder like a collar around her own throat; Betrayal and pain. The whispers of the Yakuza and the shadowy dealings of Vox Dei linger like smoke, creating an atmosphere ripe with betrayal and ambition. Hitomi's voice, laced with an ancient dialect, cuts through the tension, resonating with a haunting quality that hints at centuries of wisdom and pain. The elegance of her diction contrasts sharply with the raw fury brewing beneath her calm exterior, a tempest barely contained in malice and fury as the magnitude of what was asked of her is revealed to her by Ritsuka. As she speaks of her orders and the looming specter of Venices involvement, Hitomi's eyes narrow, the fire within them flaring momentarily before it is reined in. There is an unmistakable sense of defiance in her words, a refusal to be a mere pawn in someone else's game-- Something that Ritsuka has seen before in friends and enemies alike, though none so much as the conflicting emotions of Yana. The tension in the room escalates as the implications of Hitomi's mission sink in, the weight of betrayal heavy on her shoulders as the armored angelborn grapples with her dual allegiance. Ritsuka sees it then, the butterfly knife, artfully crafted into Hitomi's hair, glints in the artificial light, a subtle yet dangerous reminder of her potential for violence, yes, but also the item Ritsuka was looking for. It serves as both a symbol of the angel's elegance and a weapon of her own making, though more than that, it is her collar, and Ritsuka is able to remove it easily. Hitomi doesn't stop her-- She cant. She's well chained. As Hitomi lays bare her intentions to Ritsuka, the atmosphere thickens with the weight of honesty, each word a carefully measured step in a dance of diplomacy. The anger brewing within Hitomi is palpable though; A storm ready to break-- An inferno ready to burst into a roiling pyre, but she holds it in check for now, her amber-gold eyes reflecting the fierce pride of her own honor. "I will not fight Venice." she tells Ritsuka. "I was used." This revelation causes yet more fury, and the temperature rises with her anger. "A game piece used to distract. I was used in a dishonorable way, though I do not know what this information is. It was simply a job that I was to undertake."
Ritsuka glances at the butterfly knife, but part of it is enough. "Who is responsible and who are we going to end? Your tattoos mark an affiliation with one, but locally you belong to Vox Dei. Not the best choice you could pick, you would have found a lot more respect with the Tsubaki, and are strong enough to become part of the inner circle. Wasted opportunity."
Of course, Ritsuka continues speaking in Japanese. "Tell me all we need to know, who, what, why, to the extend that you know, and I will ask the Free to come and pick you up. You can decide on your future with then with them, don't waste it on those who do not matter. You, as what you are, should know the cruelty that this darker side of the world among foreigners has, very well, Hitomi-san."
As the angel collar is removed by Ritsuka, Hitomi grimaces. Her eyes tighten, the irises flaring with hate and anger and... Is that shame? Ritsuka knows that what she desires and needs to know will be answered. Honor and angelic desires are at play here. Yet another level of insidious diplomacy as only the supernatural world can afford. Shadows flicker against the walls, cast by the soft glow of light that struggle to illuminate the faces of the gathered women, almost as though the very secrets of the world were hidden from Ritsuka, only to become gradually shown to her. Hitomi Rin stands at the center, her ethereal presence contrasting sharply with the militaristic surroundings. Chains clink and clank as the angel shifts, and her gaze locks with Ritsuka's. And Ritsuka knows that Hitomi will not allow the Free. Ritsuka knows that Hitomi will kill herself rather than accept her shame and the dishonor done to her fester. As she speaks, Hitomi's voice is calm yet laced with barely restrained wroth, weaving a tale of betrayal and manipulation-- A thing that is frequent in the supernatural world, alas. The room is thick with the scent of leather, metal and wood from the weapons held, detergent, and the musk floating inticingly from Hitomi, its scent curling lazily through the air, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere that belies the dark intentions swirling around the Iron Camellia, Hitomi herself and Ritsuka. The women lean in closer as one, attentive to the words of the angel, but also respectful of Ritsuka, their expressions a mix of disbelief and concern, each grasping the weight of Hitomi's revelation. Outside, the distant sounds of the avenue echo like a heartbeat-- Humming engines and machinery from the construction workers, muffled conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter, all juxtaposed against the ominous undertones of the Yakuza's plans. The day is alive with the fiery energy of the supernatural, a world that dances just beyond the misted veil of the ordinary, where alliances are fragile and danger lurks in every shadow-- Where betrayal and alliances become twisted by the malice of third party evils beyond the supernatural and yet part of it; Those chaos bringers who desire in there hubris to control what they do not understand, involving themselves with business they should not. As Hitomi mentions the Yakuza's ambitions, an electric tension fills the room, like the charged air before a storm. The mention of Hilaina Strahd's research sends a ripple of concern through the group, their eyes widening at the implications that all of this was a mask to blind them as the Yakuza stealthily intrude, disrupting their lives. Each woman can feel the weight of the impending conflict, the prospect of a war that could tear their sanctuary apart. With the next revelation-- The mention of Tsubaki district being at the center of the conflict and the desired location, whispers of strategy and survival begin to emerge among them. The ambiance shifts from passive listening to active plotting, the atmosphere thickening with determination. Ritsuka's women gather closer, forming a circle of resolve, united against the encroaching darkness and the forces that seek to exploit their vulnerabilities... Though there are none now. HItomi Rin informs the Tsubaki, and Kin'yoko will protect her own. Ritsuka has what she needs, and in the dark places of Haven-- In the underworld, Ritsuka can plot to cut the Yakuza out like a cancer before they make a foothold. None of the factions will allow this. Venice would not, so for Ritsuka to share what is told to her; Yakuza planting the blame on Vox Dei to create conflict between Kin'yoko and Vox all to gain a beachhead, there will be noteriety and a growth in Ritsuka's standing. Likewise, for using Hitomi's information, Ritsuka can spread the influence of Tsubaki further. Truly, this benefits the Iron Camellia well, and Ritsuka is once again able to turn a poor situation to her advantage.
Ritsuka makes a few slight nods. By the end of it, she for her own removes the chains and simply returns the butterfly knife to the free angel. She makes a few, smaller, thoughtful nods but does mention to the angel. "We had not wanted to interfere with the Yakuza so far. Keep a respectful distance, but neither of us will mind if it means that we, who affiliate with the imperial family, will start to clean out some of the underworld elements in Japan. Our foothold will start in Kyoto, and if there will be a conflict in the underworld, then so be it."
Of course, the kami is listening, from a distance. Ritsuka is pacted to her of course, and where Ritsuka has been mostly settled on here in Haven, the kami had extended its influence farther, beyond the locale. Far away from here, there was another woman who the kami had reached out to, Asano Kaede, whom similarly had history with the Yakuza. She will probably be the one that Ritsuka will reach out to for this.
The freed angel steps clear of her chains as she is released by Ritsuka and her Iron Camellia. Wheels are in motion and secrets lay beneath the surface, those ripples in the pond that have far reaching consequences further a field than any could know. Hitomi accepts the knife, slips it back into her hair and sighs in relief, some of that grim tention releasing from her shoulders as she steps free. She nods then, her fury restrained, her malice withheld. Ritsuka was honorable in this, and Hitomi will also. With the various machinations, the angel vanishes into the night, where the mists twist and the nightmares grow, though Ritsuka knows that she will never see her again. Hitomi's honor was impuned, and there is only one answer for that for a woman of honor. In parting, she hands Hilaina Strahd's research to Ritsuka. The thumbdrive is such a small thing. It is such a tiny speck that it is amazing that it could thrumb with such mystery and darkness. It is though important, and Hitomi's duty will not be completed. Ritsuka has convinced her that dishonor is a plague upon the world, and the freed angel, in spite of all will not lose her honor. Some weeks later, there are whispers that linger like dark, shadowed phantoms in the supernatural underground, and Ritsuka hears that Venice are not pleased with the death frequency. Hitomi had taken her life to preserve the only thing she had left after her own betrayal; Her honor.
Ritsuka, aware of the escalated tension, observes Hitomi’s defiance and honor, qualities she respects. Hitomi’s revelation of being used as a pawn by external forces, specifically mentioning her unwillingness to be manipulated by Venice and her inadvertent role in a deceptive scheme, throws Ritsuka into a deeper contemplation of the complexities within the supernatural underworld. This acknowledgment sparks Ritsuka’s interest, especially upon recognizing the butterfly knife entwined in Hitomi’s hair – a symbol of the angel's elegance and potential for violence.
The intricate dance of diplomacy ensues, with both women navigating through their own reserves of anger, betrayal, and the quest for honor. Hitomi solemnly declares her manipulation and refusal to partake further in Venice’s machinations, signaling her desperation to reclaim some semblance of dignity despite the impending doom she senses. Ritsuka, in a gesture of respect and understanding, decides to remove Hitomi’s chains and return her butterfly knife, signifying a unique form of trust amidst the shadows of treachery surrounding them.
The conversation between Hitomi and Ritsuka reveals a complex network of alliances, betrayals, and the overarching shadow of the Yakuza’s ambitions, which threatens the delicate balance within the supernatural and human realms. Hitomi's insights into Vox Dei's misuse and the vilification towards the Tsubaki district underscore a larger conspiracy at play, prompting Ritsuka and her Iron Camellia to prepare for an unseen war brewing beneath the surface.
Hitomi's departure, although marked by a subdued acknowledgment of Ritsuka’s honor, carries with it a silent understanding of the irreversible stain on her own honor. The act of returning the thumb drive containing Hilaina Strahd's research to Ritsuka serves as Hitomi’s final fulfillment of duty, a stark reminder of the personal costs involved in the intricate games of power within their world.
As Hitomi fades into the mists, embracing the end she believes restores her honour, whispers of her fate echo through the underworld, stirring unrest and reflections on the price of honor and betrayal. Ritsuka, now endowed with critical information and a deeper connection to the supernatural forces, stands at the verge of a larger conflict, ready to use the newfound knowledge to fortify her position and protect her own amidst the burgeoning storm.
The narrative weaves through themes of power, honor, and the relentless pursuit of autonomy against the backdrop of supernatural intrigue, leaving a lasting imprint of the complexities tied to the realms beyond human comprehension.
(Elegance in shadows PT3(SREdith):SREdith)
[Thu Feb 20 2025]
On Forest View Drive
Heading north and deeper into the forest, the lighting grows dim at best, filtering through tree branches to highlight the ruts and dips of the this simple dirt road. It is well-oaxked, however, designed to withstand summer storms and winter snows.
It is morning, about 16F(-8C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky.
The atmosphere within the Tsubaki security building is heavy with tension, a palpable electricity that crackles in the air, mingling with the faint scent of polished steel and aged wood from Ritsuka's weapons and those of the Iron Camellia around her. The walls seem to close in around the conflict unfolding; The angel and Ritsuka at the epecenter. There is a bow from the ethereal presence of Hitomi Rin, the angelborn, and she introduces herself to Ritsuka as though one to another equal. The soft light casts a cool, sterile glow, illuminating the sharp angles of Hitomi's obsidian chains-- The angelic bane employed by Ritsuka's people expertly, the links draging behind her like dark tendrils, each movement a deliberate reminder of her imprisonment by the Tsubaki. The clinking of those chains echoes in the otherwise silent room, a haunting melody that underscores her inner turmoil, captured and Ritsuka's mercy. The Iron Camellia as one hold their breaths as they watch on; Ritsuka is teaching them a lesson they know they well need to know here, and the torture methods suggested are something they are, at this point, used to delivering to those who do not submit to the will of the Iron Camellia. Hitomi's wings; Heavy and burdened, are a stark imposition of both her celestial heritage and her current plight, the weight of expectation and duty pressing down on her like the chains that bind her as Ritsuka speaks. Hitomis posture is rigid, her body a study in discipline and defiance. Her jaw is set tight, a clear indicator of her simmering rage. Despite the chains that bind her, she exudes an air of authority befitting her lineage, standing as a striking figure of haunting beauty and fierce resolve. As she bows to Ritsuka, the precise angle of her head speaks volumes of her understanding of honor and hierarchy, a dance of respect wrapped in hostility. The air feels thick with unspoken words and unresolved conflicts, a battlefield of wills where the stakes are high, and all because of external forces and those who could not be trusted in the past, those memories hovering over Ritsuka's shoulder like a collar around her own throat; Betrayal and pain. The whispers of the Yakuza and the shadowy dealings of Vox Dei linger like smoke, creating an atmosphere ripe with betrayal and ambition. Hitomi's voice, laced with an ancient dialect, cuts through the tension, resonating with a haunting quality that hints at centuries of wisdom and pain. The elegance of her diction contrasts sharply with the raw fury brewing beneath her calm exterior, a tempest barely contained in malice and fury as the magnitude of what was asked of her is revealed to her by Ritsuka. As she speaks of her orders and the looming specter of Venices involvement, Hitomi's eyes narrow, the fire within them flaring momentarily before it is reined in. There is an unmistakable sense of defiance in her words, a refusal to be a mere pawn in someone else's game-- Something that Ritsuka has seen before in friends and enemies alike, though none so much as the conflicting emotions of Yana. The tension in the room escalates as the implications of Hitomi's mission sink in, the weight of betrayal heavy on her shoulders as the armored angelborn grapples with her dual allegiance. Ritsuka sees it then, the butterfly knife, artfully crafted into Hitomi's hair, glints in the artificial light, a subtle yet dangerous reminder of her potential for violence, yes, but also the item Ritsuka was looking for. It serves as both a symbol of the angel's elegance and a weapon of her own making, though more than that, it is her collar, and Ritsuka is able to remove it easily. Hitomi doesn't stop her-- She cant. She's well chained. As Hitomi lays bare her intentions to Ritsuka, the atmosphere thickens with the weight of honesty, each word a carefully measured step in a dance of diplomacy. The anger brewing within Hitomi is palpable though; A storm ready to break-- An inferno ready to burst into a roiling pyre, but she holds it in check for now, her amber-gold eyes reflecting the fierce pride of her own honor. "I will not fight Venice." she tells Ritsuka. "I was used." This revelation causes yet more fury, and the temperature rises with her anger. "A game piece used to distract. I was used in a dishonorable way, though I do not know what this information is. It was simply a job that I was to undertake."
Ritsuka glances at the butterfly knife, but part of it is enough. "Who is responsible and who are we going to end? Your tattoos mark an affiliation with one, but locally you belong to Vox Dei. Not the best choice you could pick, you would have found a lot more respect with the Tsubaki, and are strong enough to become part of the inner circle. Wasted opportunity."
Of course, Ritsuka continues speaking in Japanese. "Tell me all we need to know, who, what, why, to the extend that you know, and I will ask the Free to come and pick you up. You can decide on your future with then with them, don't waste it on those who do not matter. You, as what you are, should know the cruelty that this darker side of the world among foreigners has, very well, Hitomi-san."
As the angel collar is removed by Ritsuka, Hitomi grimaces. Her eyes tighten, the irises flaring with hate and anger and... Is that shame? Ritsuka knows that what she desires and needs to know will be answered. Honor and angelic desires are at play here. Yet another level of insidious diplomacy as only the supernatural world can afford. Shadows flicker against the walls, cast by the soft glow of light that struggle to illuminate the faces of the gathered women, almost as though the very secrets of the world were hidden from Ritsuka, only to become gradually shown to her. Hitomi Rin stands at the center, her ethereal presence contrasting sharply with the militaristic surroundings. Chains clink and clank as the angel shifts, and her gaze locks with Ritsuka's. And Ritsuka knows that Hitomi will not allow the Free. Ritsuka knows that Hitomi will kill herself rather than accept her shame and the dishonor done to her fester. As she speaks, Hitomi's voice is calm yet laced with barely restrained wroth, weaving a tale of betrayal and manipulation-- A thing that is frequent in the supernatural world, alas. The room is thick with the scent of leather, metal and wood from the weapons held, detergent, and the musk floating inticingly from Hitomi, its scent curling lazily through the air, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere that belies the dark intentions swirling around the Iron Camellia, Hitomi herself and Ritsuka. The women lean in closer as one, attentive to the words of the angel, but also respectful of Ritsuka, their expressions a mix of disbelief and concern, each grasping the weight of Hitomi's revelation. Outside, the distant sounds of the avenue echo like a heartbeat-- Humming engines and machinery from the construction workers, muffled conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter, all juxtaposed against the ominous undertones of the Yakuza's plans. The day is alive with the fiery energy of the supernatural, a world that dances just beyond the misted veil of the ordinary, where alliances are fragile and danger lurks in every shadow-- Where betrayal and alliances become twisted by the malice of third party evils beyond the supernatural and yet part of it; Those chaos bringers who desire in there hubris to control what they do not understand, involving themselves with business they should not. As Hitomi mentions the Yakuza's ambitions, an electric tension fills the room, like the charged air before a storm. The mention of Hilaina Strahd's research sends a ripple of concern through the group, their eyes widening at the implications that all of this was a mask to blind them as the Yakuza stealthily intrude, disrupting their lives. Each woman can feel the weight of the impending conflict, the prospect of a war that could tear their sanctuary apart. With the next revelation-- The mention of Tsubaki district being at the center of the conflict and the desired location, whispers of strategy and survival begin to emerge among them. The ambiance shifts from passive listening to active plotting, the atmosphere thickening with determination. Ritsuka's women gather closer, forming a circle of resolve, united against the encroaching darkness and the forces that seek to exploit their vulnerabilities... Though there are none now. HItomi Rin informs the Tsubaki, and Kin'yoko will protect her own. Ritsuka has what she needs, and in the dark places of Haven-- In the underworld, Ritsuka can plot to cut the Yakuza out like a cancer before they make a foothold. None of the factions will allow this. Venice would not, so for Ritsuka to share what is told to her; Yakuza planting the blame on Vox Dei to create conflict between Kin'yoko and Vox all to gain a beachhead, there will be noteriety and a growth in Ritsuka's standing. Likewise, for using Hitomi's information, Ritsuka can spread the influence of Tsubaki further. Truly, this benefits the Iron Camellia well, and Ritsuka is once again able to turn a poor situation to her advantage.
Ritsuka makes a few slight nods. By the end of it, she for her own removes the chains and simply returns the butterfly knife to the free angel. She makes a few, smaller, thoughtful nods but does mention to the angel. "We had not wanted to interfere with the Yakuza so far. Keep a respectful distance, but neither of us will mind if it means that we, who affiliate with the imperial family, will start to clean out some of the underworld elements in Japan. Our foothold will start in Kyoto, and if there will be a conflict in the underworld, then so be it."
Of course, the kami is listening, from a distance. Ritsuka is pacted to her of course, and where Ritsuka has been mostly settled on here in Haven, the kami had extended its influence farther, beyond the locale. Far away from here, there was another woman who the kami had reached out to, Asano Kaede, whom similarly had history with the Yakuza. She will probably be the one that Ritsuka will reach out to for this.
The freed angel steps clear of her chains as she is released by Ritsuka and her Iron Camellia. Wheels are in motion and secrets lay beneath the surface, those ripples in the pond that have far reaching consequences further a field than any could know. Hitomi accepts the knife, slips it back into her hair and sighs in relief, some of that grim tention releasing from her shoulders as she steps free. She nods then, her fury restrained, her malice withheld. Ritsuka was honorable in this, and Hitomi will also. With the various machinations, the angel vanishes into the night, where the mists twist and the nightmares grow, though Ritsuka knows that she will never see her again. Hitomi's honor was impuned, and there is only one answer for that for a woman of honor. In parting, she hands Hilaina Strahd's research to Ritsuka. The thumbdrive is such a small thing. It is such a tiny speck that it is amazing that it could thrumb with such mystery and darkness. It is though important, and Hitomi's duty will not be completed. Ritsuka has convinced her that dishonor is a plague upon the world, and the freed angel, in spite of all will not lose her honor. Some weeks later, there are whispers that linger like dark, shadowed phantoms in the supernatural underground, and Ritsuka hears that Venice are not pleased with the death frequency. Hitomi had taken her life to preserve the only thing she had left after her own betrayal; Her honor.