((2008-10-27 08:50:47 Reina rolls 3 dice to Hunt 3,8,6 (2 successes))

Now Reina makes sure not to prey on anyone too close, anyone who calls Rape Street Park their home away from home, not that they have a home if they're staying there.

This does not mean that all the homeless in the city are off limits to her, far from it. She just needs to find someone, perhaps recently homeless, who hasn't had the time to degenerate completely yet.

In these times, when she reads everyday the headlin es on the newspapers speaking of recession, of markets spiraling downwards, of mass foreclosures, finding someone of that descrïption isn't too hard, sadly.

A middle-aged man huddled in the corner of an alley, in a once nice suit, still wearing his tie even if it's loose around his neck, attracts her attention. His clothes are loose on him, as if he'd been melting away since he lost it all. An expression of pure misery is written across his face, written in the furrowed brow, the reddish eyes, the streaks of cleaner skin through the dirt speaking of tears often shed.

Reina steps out from the shadows of the alleyway in front of the poor man, maskless this time and smiling, though this is no toothy grin, more like the look of the cat who's caught the canary. She crouches down next to him; he is too hopeless to react other than with a slight flinch.

She whispers to him, softly, encouragingly. "Would you like this all to be over, brother?"

He breathes out his reply. "Yes." He pauses. "Just let it end."

And she does.