Every city has a corner bar located in a very convenient place in town where all sorts of people gathered every night for drinks or just to converse with friends. It was always a lively place, always an interesting conversation going on, though closing time was at two in the morning and most of that liveliness was caused by drunks. Bar fights were frequent and people have been kicked out of the corner bar before. Usually happens a few times a month, in a big city like this people were bound to get kicked out of bars no matter what bar that may be. The corner bar just happens to be in an unfortunate location in a section where it was more densely populated compared to the rest of the city, but not every night was wild. Some nights an occasional person or two would come in just to be alone. Nights colder than usual, and that was usually when she made her appearance.<br/><br/>Nobody really knew who she was or why she always frequented this particular bar. Some say sheâ€™s a gypsy and some say sheâ€™s just some crazy homeless lady who had no more life left to live other than getting drunk.<br/><br/>Little did they know that this woman was actually someone, or rather something, special; she had an odd ability to see people. Not see in the sense of being able to physically see someone standing in front of her but rather see into their soul and find out if they were a good person. Whenever she looked at someone it was as if their life flashed before her eyes and she could see all the things they have done in their life. She does not often show her ability, not unless the personâ€™s life proves to be an interesting one, and when she does she offers that person a chance to turn their life around. Some are successful while others failed and often ended up dead; the road to redemption was not always an easy one to say the least. She was an unforgivingâ€¦ angelâ€¦ guardianâ€¦ whatever you wanted to call her, she was not soft on a person.<br/><br/>The seemingly harmless old woman was a sadistic creature who enjoyed seeing just how much a person could endure before they couldnâ€™t take it anymore. As she sat in the back of the bar, sipping at the drink she ordered, she glanced around looking for anything that might catch her eye. She was looking for someone stronger than the last few she had given this opportunity to but nothing was really capturing her attention. That might seem odd for a place like this but she was a picky woman when it came down to it. She was not willing to pick just anyone out of the crowd, finding that the more stubborn someone was the more fun they were to work with. So with infinite patience she would wait out the night, until the bar closed, and see what came her way. Murder, rape, arson, whatever she was in the mood for dealing with.<br/><br/>It was a varying thing, her mood. Honestly she was never really sure what would pique her interest and it almost always depended on the kind of person, so long as they stood out enough for her. She would have to wait and see what came through the door. Whenever it opened she eyes it like a hawk and looked into that personâ€™s soul, prying into their life. It was disappointing that this night has not been as busy as usual. She would rather not leave empty handed.