Katarina had gotten bored of roaming the halls of the large mansion on her own. She made her way into town to see what all the commotion was about. It wasn't hard to locate the bloody massacre that was the mess that piled up between Ichiro and Jack. She could see the man trying to stop them. Ichiro was bloodied and bruised hanging limp in the monster like man's hands. A smaller more attractive gentlemen plying with him in an attempt to smooth his senses. She swiftly crossed the piles of wounded and dead. Her robe covering much of her face and body as she approached. She pushed the hood back, revealing long dark curls that fell in cascading tendrils down the length of her back. Her face was sharply structures and mysterious as her eyes burned into the surrounding scene. "May I be of assistance?" She asked the helping stranger as she stopped a few feet back from the lumbering beastly looking creature holding the inert body.