Sirens and pitchforks blotted the city's once pristine streets, churning with a mucky film that smelled faintly of dried blood and urine. Katharina mingled where she could covered by a tight fitting cowl that concealed all, but her mouth and locks of wavy hair. Angry mobs of sharp toothed citizens flocked over people, firing questions sharper than any bullet could pierce, jabbing helpless folks into sharper corners with jagged fingers.
A cool smirk fluttered across her lips as smouldering chaos ran ripe, catching on the thin strands of her carefully laid string.
She sauntered through the violence as one would a love tune. Bombs and gun shells had been her toys growing up. Now they were her speciality.
Despite the utter chaos, the shambles that the city was being reduced to, she moved as a ghost. Not one person glanced her way nor gave her presence any thought. The few who did looked away, struck by an unsettling horror.
Her chin lifted at the sight before her. A mirror to the world that had bred her family into the ashes which she brought them back from, or so she felt.
"Get out of the way," screamed a bunch of police with batons waiving over their heads. They crashed down the opposite side of the city road Katharina was on. They struggled against waves of righteous fervour, pulling mobs off off of the helpless people being attacked. Katharina snuck down a dingy alleyway out of sight of the growing number of authorities working to maintain a semblance of order. Above her loomed a high tower which rose from a building with "Museum" written in engraved lettering above it's front doors. Her gait elongated as she started to run towards the building, withdrawing a small oval shaped device from her coat pocket. The street next  to the glamourous architecture was empty and quiet, a quiet that she had rarely found while in this putrid city. She approached the doors aiming the small device at each of the corners individually. A small buzz followed a sharp click that resounded with each pass she made with the device until the doors opened as if greeting her directly. She walked into the entry hall lined with the emblems that signified the families that contributed to this museum. The grand layout was open floor, stocked with rows upon rows of countless artifacts all imprisoned in thick glass stands. Katharina slithered around them eyeing the neat prizes inside that were near priceless. All were hundreds of years old from cultures both ancient and extinct. She walked to the four corners of the enormous hall planting small devices onto the hardwood floor. Each was no more than a small orb that had the same smoothness as the device she had used to open the door. They hummed softly like the electrical current buzzing in the lights that hung overhead, almost matching the cadence of power. She walked out the door taking one last glance over everything that was inside.
"I shall set them free," she mused to herself. "Even if I must become the devil itself, I'll rebuild this country just like I rebuilt my family. Through fire and chaos."
Her hand moved into her coat pocket clenching something that chirped as it was pressed. A deafening vaccum drew all the sound out of the world for a moment ceasing the ensuing riots that were happening on the street over. The tower and the building both withdrew from existence in a collapsing wave of pressure that seemingly squashed it's entirety. Onlookers were shocked and dismayed by what they say. The police were all wide-eyed with disbelief and then she saw the one feature she savoured most: fear.