Ineko smiles as she watches the man drop his gun in confusion as soon as her ability takes hold. He's staring at nothing, but a small, genuine smile appears on his face and he laughs. The crowd is confused as the man beams another smile and his fingers twitch and his feet start walking, taking him through a scene that doesn't exist.

All too suddenly, his smile fades and his glossed over eyes begin widening.

She watches with a dangerous gleam in her eyes as the man before her spasms and falls onto the ground, clutching his head and wailing- his voice breaking in panic and fear and horror. The onlookers gasp, and even the drunks become sober in her presence. The terror settles like heavy dust in the atmosphere, all choking in the dominating presence of the girl with the dimples.

"Doesn't it feel good?" Ineko purrs as the man's eyes roll to the back of his head, saliva spilling out from his foaming mouth as another heartbreaking wail tears through his lungs. His hands clutch as his shirt where his heart is located, the shirt crumpling and tearing to reveal pale, scarred skin.

What is she
What's happening
Fucking monster
I think I took too many tablets this morning

Ineko only chuckles at the terrified murmurs of the crowd. She crouches down, her hands drape over her knees as she licks her soft lips at the sight of her petrified victim, her mouth twisting into a sadistic smirk.

The man's hoarse wails still rips through the air, and his wild eyes catch the sight of his gun lying abandoned next to him. Ineko only watches, running slim fingers through her hair and scoffs as he picks it up shakily and points.

At his own head.

Bang

The cries and pleas suddenly fall silent as his form crumples onto the ground, only to be replaced by the shrieks of terror and angry yells of the crowd as red spreads out beneath the dead man, trickling in between the grains of asphalt. His limbs are twisted as his sprawled body turns into hues of red, and Ineko throws her head back and laughs. She wrenches the gun out of the dead man's hand and points it into the crowd. Ineko lost sight of the mission as soon as she let the adrenaline and the rabid hunger for blood take over her control.

She gets high off the metallic tang in the air that leaves her choking.

Several drug lords burst out of the crowd and take their stances, their crazed minds ready to do whatever it takes to protect the illicit treasures. Guns are pointed, knives are readied, and both sides are high- one metaphorically, and the other in a literal sense.

"Hahh?" Ineko drawls and spits on the ground in disgust. She has always hated druggos, despite understanding how they feel in their euphoria. She reaches into her cloak and pulls out several grenades.

Ineko can already tell she's going to love the slaughter of all the people gathered here in the underground market.