[b]Woods outside of Dojoville. Alpha 9:30 AM[/b] [i]"I'd Recommend we kill the Arrowhead crew......." "You killed my son! For what? Money!......."[/i] No. Can't think on that. Alpha shook her head, trying to keep herself on-task. A dufflebag laid by her side, open to reveal a bunch of disembodied gun parts. In her hand, a simple notepad. The schematics to a gun of sorts was being sketched out. A groan, and then the page is obscured as the book is closed. She put it away, looking ahead. She was in a forest, sitting on a branch during this. Getting away from the fighting and the politics and the goddamned shitshow that was the Dojo......it helped. If only so much. After hearing a stretching of sorts, she looked back to notice she was crushing the book in her hand. She stopped, of course, but sighed. It coursed through her like a venom. Her own past, her identity, it poisoned her. A Monster she was. Her deeds, her lies her truth All of it, monstrous. That couldn't last, could it? The evidence she had pointed to the contrary. She was nothing else but a monster, and it would never change. Even now, she was working on a tool of war. A weapon. So much so, nothing else went into her mind. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]