<div style="text-align: center;">Eris sits in her apartment the light sound of the air condition filling the room with noise. Eris' eyes scanning the copy's of paper's from the folder's that weren't really meant for her eye's. Her finger's trailing over them in the same strokes. Taking in any details about them, it was rare to have so many choices, she would scoop them out tomorrow, to see if they still laid in wait at there usual spots. Most of Eris' 'prey' were men or women who were outside the realm of the law, of the courts, of the system. Eris was fixing that system one body at a time, these scum could not be free to roam the earth. But another part of her the part that tried to be sane, normal, her mask. Refused too agree to her methods, that it was wrong to take any life no matter there sin's. But this part of her was weak, and a pushover. Eris was looking forward to her new pray, with that thought in mind she laid her head down to sleep.</div>