Cui was tired and most certainly irritable, she just wished to punch someone, fortunately that wish would soon come true. But she was still pissed off; the excessively bright and colourful lights of the city mixed with the obnoxious noises of the inhabitants of said city were slowly making her angry. Even inside her luxurious apartment she couldn’t escape the insufferable and overall moronic sounds of the people outside, they were much akin to flies, constantly droning and buzzing, eternally spewing out noise and generally being intolerable. Had she the choice, she’d have preferred to be down there, on the streets, mugging, killing, robbing, it was all parts of the main job, all of them paid well, and it got rid of one of the city’s noise inhabitants. Even the most docile of them were constantly blaring out deafeningly loud sounds. Making her already horrid headache even worse. By the time she was getting ready, she was seething with rage on running on little more than anger and an excessive amount of caffeine. She donned her midnight black jacket, her mask, and most importantly. A single red glove. Red matched her emotion perfectly, for it was naught but anger caused by sleep deprivation, and the constantly blaring sounds of the people on the streets below. Even in her apartment, where the walls and windows were thick, she could still hear it all, and see those horrific lights. The city used to be something that she loved greatly, but now it was reminded her of nothing but regret and murder, but also of a horrible anguish caused by the death of a family member. A well-loved family member. The very thought of it made her grind her teeth and punch the wall next to her, screaming while she did. That whole incident was her fault, but soon she would have someone to take that anger out upon.<br/><br/>Now ready, she checked the time before grabbing her pistol, a large hunting pistol chambered for a bullet that could quite literally kill someone with nothing but one shot. An ender of lives, they were one and the same. Her blades were already strapped to her arms; they very rarely left there, lest her paranoia get the best of her. When she was finally satisfied with them, she set off, on foot, to the meeting point. This job was a simple kidnapping, nothing fancy, just knock the guy out and run, she loved these kinds of jobs, especially since they got to torture them after capture. Oh such sweet cries some of the produced; the very sound was music to her ears. She soon met up with the other members that would be performing this job, in typical fashion they greeted each other with nothing but a nod, wouldn’t want anyone getting suspicious, especially with something as potentially valuable as this target. Cui loved this part, the moment before the kidnapping; the adrenaline that pumped itself around her veins was simply amazing. She followed the others to the targets’ suspected location. This would most certainly be rather fun, the hunt, and the capture.<br/><br/>As one member dropped the targets’ only escape route, no, this was the best part, Cui along with a few other masked members watched as one of their group spoke to the target, seeing whether or not he could be lured into a devious trap and captured that way. It seemed that he could not, as hit the member in the gut with his knee. The next part didn’t go well for him. Cui ran in with the other hidden members of the group, they grabbed the target, restraining and holding him in place. No escape, not now. It was left to one last member to finally hit the target over the head, knocking him out cold. Kidnappings would forever be the best kind of job in her eyes, seeing the look of fear upon your quarry’s face as they finally realised what was happening, so sweet, sweet despair and hopelessness. Needless to say, she enjoyed this line of work very much. Having the job to hurt others was simply a dream, she loved to harm others, to see them in the uttermost pain and misery in their faces was bliss. Some would call it a madman’s art, but she loved it, cherished it. Cherished the ability to physically harm someone in a grievous manner. The only boring bit about all this was the ride back to the place where the target would be interrogated…but the interrogated was most certainly the best part of this all.<br/><br/>It was the thought her own turn at causing such damage during the interrogation that made all problems with time just flow away like they never existed in the least. Time was nothing in her mind when she could visualise someone in agony. Such thoughts always drew a smile to her face, despite any kind of tiredness of anger she may have. This horrid, morbid, smile was covered only by her mask. A beautifully pained death mask styled thing, pained black and with the skull upon pained red. It would most likely scare most ordinary people that looked upon it, but these people around her, were just like her…or worse. She watched the group’s boss perform his interrogations with only passive interest. But she kept her gaze trained upon the target. Intimidation was one of the single most powerful weapons you could use against someone who was in such a helpless position as this person was.<br/><br/>It was not until her own and another member’s turn came around, that she showed very much interest, she trusted the boss enough to let him get along with his own deeds. But she did notice that he was wearing banknotes upon his sunglasses, rather ingenious actually. Stepping forwards alongside her fellow member, she cracked her neck and her knuckles; this would most certainly be fun. Just hope that he screams loudly. First up was her colleague, he pressed a long blade against the targets’ throat, threatening him with an intimidating and fierce tone. If she was a normal citizen, she would have been scared but such a thing, but not now. Certainly not. She watched her colleagues blade work with interest, blades could cause such sweet agony with naught by the lightest of kisses upon bare flesh. Her colleague finished by slicing a long cut down the targets’ left collarbone, such a mark would sting and cause horrid pain, but wouldn’t show when the man finally healed…if he survived this.<br/><br/>Walking forwards, Cui kneelt down besides the target, staring him in the eyes. Of course, she had her mask on, so her eyes were not actually visible. She said to him in a horrid and sadistic tone.<span style="color: #FF0000">“Your Empress doesn’t care about you. She doesn’t care that you are here, with your very life in danger. She simply doesn’t care. Your loyalty to her is foolish, just tell us what we wish to know. It will be far less…painful. But where would the fun in that be?”</span>Standing back up, she gave him a moment, seeing just how dogged his loyalty to his accursed monarch was. Apparently very much so, since he didn’t say very much, other than few groans and moans.<span style="color: #FF0000">“Is she worth losing your life for? A woman that doesn’t give a damn about you? I doubt she is. But you well…”</span>She made a move to walk away from him, but span on her heel and rush towards him, kicking him in the gut.<span style="color: #FF0000">“She really isn’t worth it.”</span>