Strong winds blew as the red light district approached a tumultuous state. It was the descent of its master, Nessia, the Brothel Queen.
Her presence itself was monumental and reached newer boundaries once her anger was ignited. She was like a mythical beast, waiting to swallow its prey once it became angry. She looked like a deity from ancient scriptures.
With pale, spotless skin and revealing clothes, one might think of her as a slut. However, that couldn't be further from the truth.
As her dark hair fluttered due to her own overflowing power, her emotionless eyes reflected the moonlight with absolute precision. Like a fairy, she descended upon mortal grounds with one goal in her mind.
Eliminate the troublemaker.
"Where is he?" asked Nessia to no one in particular, but a certain voice quickly rang in her head.
"Anastasia's room," replied the voice. "He killed her."