The new babysitter didn't expect to have a steak knife pressed against her throat at 7:00 pm in the evening, but then again, she hadn't expected anyone to knock at the Mayason's household at 7:00 pm in the evening either. The girl at the door had a fierce, wild look in her eyes, and her hands shook as she held the knife in place.

    "You're going to call Lloyd over here, then once we leave, you'll wait fifteen minutes to call Kai," said the white and black-haired girl with murder in her eyes.

    The babysitter had half a thought to refuse; Lloyd was just a kid. But the babysitter was in no position to argue with the girl at the door, so she called Lloyd over. The young boy squealed with delight upon seeing the girl with murder in her eyes, and he clutched to her like an old friend. The babysitter realized this woman must be Lloyd's previous babysitter, the one that was fired for unknown reasons. The knife steak slid off the babysitter's neck, sparing her life, but she instantly felt it dig into her shoulder. She let out a cry of pain, grasping to pull the knife out.

     "Fifteen minutes," said Ru Wiggins to drown out the babysitter's whimpers, making sure Lloyd's head was turned from the gore.

     It was all the babysitter could do to watch them go.

     Lloyd nestled his head into the crook of Harumi's neck as she carried him further down the streets, inquiring if she was here to get him candy.

     "That new babysitter is a bad apple," Ru replied, her tone set in steel. "I'm going to take you to a safe place until she's gone."

     "But Seven is nice," Lloyd said.

     "Nice people are often the worst."

     Lloyd didn't question where they were going after that. Even when the smell of oil and grease stunk up the air in thick waves. Harumi held the seven-year-old close, her arms complaining at the weight. Every bone in her body was screaming that she shouldn't bring Lloyd into this, but what choice did she have? Kai would never come to her unless she took something he loved. If Lloyd's upbringing was so important as to be entrusted to a Ninja, then surely the whole team would get involved with a threat to that mission.

    Tears stung Harumi's eyes as she carried the boy through the dark. Why did he have to fit so perfectly into the crook of her arms? Why the weight, while strenuous, also comforting? Lloyd felt like he was meant to fit there; like her arms were made to carry a child.

     She'd fit like that in her parents' arms, not that they ever held her.

     Her biological family was a bitter, broken unit that only existed to tear each other down more. Harumi had tried to block out the days of sitting outside in the rain, hoping the sound of dripping water would drown out the screeches from inside. But the walls were thin, and her parents' tempers out of control. It was the bruises and scrapes on Harumi's face that taught her how to lie to her classmates. Of course it wasn't her family. She was just an ugly child, a worthless child, a clumsily useless child. Always getting into messes. Always making her parents fight. Always believing it was all her fault.

     But they weren't completely bad. Harumi remembered the rare moments when her mother would smile, or her father would begrudgingly help her with homework. She remembered their voices as they sung her to sleep. There were good moments, even if they were few and far between.

     The authorities had to drag Harumi, kicking and screaming, from her biological family. The authorities took her from an unpredictable place of hostility to a pampering place of cameras and presses and paparazzies. It was like being released from one section of Hell only to find yourself in another. It was the worst thing Harumi had ever experienced.

     Then, the jail bombing happened. Her biological parents died, leaving no chance of ever escaping her royal life. Harumi was thenceforth trapped in a world of mirrors and lies. She hated it.

    She hated the Ninja for doing it.

    In the end, it didn't matter how Lloyd fit into her arms, or how she sort of wished to feel the warm touch of Kai's hands again. This wasn't about feelings; this was about justice. The Ninja needed to pay for permanently ruining her life.

     And this was how she would do it.

     Lloyd started wriggling when he caught the eyes of the other bikers. "Ru, where are we?"

     "It's a safe place," Ru lied through her teeth, holding him firm as she entered into the subway system. The white-haired man and the short figure from before flanked her, both of them drawing long swords to make sure the child didn't run.

     "Who are those people?" his voice was panicked.

     "Friends."

     "You're lying," Lloyd said blankly, his round expression falling.

     He attempted to escape, but the bikers were merciless. Within second the boy was thrashing, screaming, but his hands were tied and a gag was stuffed in his mouth. His wide green eyes were filled with hurt, and hot tears slipped down his cheeks into the moldy fabric that stifled his screeches.

     Ru watched, unflinching. Her heart hurt, but this wasn't about her. It was about justice.

     It'd been fifteen minutes.

     Nearly a hundred gang members were hidden through the two-story room, waiting in ambush for the Ninja to rescue their asset. Ru could see Violet's flashing stare, the shorter figure's helmet move in the shadows, and the glint in Killow's eyes. What did they call themselves... the Sons of Garmadon?

     A fitting name for a fitting capture.

     Garmadon's spawn coming to avenge his death.

     And a white-haired princess, leading them all to justice.

     "Come on Ninja," said Ru, the liar, the quiet one, the girl with many faces. It was time to end those vigilantes, once and for all.