A tall woman with vibrant red hair and a tiny hourglass figure stood next to the table in the back of the room. She was wearing a black haltered evening gown, silk, with black gloves to match. Her hair was done in curls and she had a small feathered hat with netting that came down around her face. She stood there with one hand on the table, the other hand in the air holding a cigarette, she had a look of pride about her face. The room she stood in was a rather large ballroom where a dinner party was being held, she wasn't invited and yet she had come alone. The dinner party though, seemed to have ended early, there was not one living soul left in the room. No, they were all dead. She slipped her heels on and gently stepped over the dead bodies and overturned tables lying on the floor, when she reached the door she bent over and picked up a small revolver, smiled, and left. The woman ascended down the steps to the building and made her way to a busy street, there she began to wave calmly and waited to see if any of the taxi drivers would pick her up.