Akame had just finished digging her sword out of the chest of a man. The man had been know for illegally harboring prostitutes, and killing their body to feed the wolves of the forest. Incidentally, his entire family was in on this crime that the people felt warranted the aid of NIght Raid. Night raid is the assassination group that she belonged to which went against the government and aided the rebellions of the country. She cleaned Murasame with a napkin which had the blood of the victim drenched in it. Before she could turn around to dodge the oncoming guards of the house-her feet fell through the ground. Was that even possible?<br/><br/>Her feet went from touching grass to feeling some sort of slippery tile. The floor was likely just washed. But who take the time to clean such a massively strange place. A giant shelf met her face with products that were unheard of in her time period. Better yet..they had not been created yet. “ What the hell?” She muttered the words nearly knocking a box to the floor that had the words<span style="font-style: italic">“Mac N Cheese” </span>on it.<br/><br/>The bright lights that met her eyes were far stronger than the usual dim lights at the hideout. This is not ..right. Her hand automatically placed the box on the shelf silently. Sounds of some sort of motor came to her ears and she had to cover them slightly to prevent the sound from hurting her ears. When her head turned to the area where the monstrous sound was coming from there were numerous clear glass doors that had light shining upon a few  weird bottle like objects. The entire place felt off. Her sword was pulsing as if its life was slowly being drained away. In a flush of worry that someone from the Kingdom might see her she dove further behind a shelf trying to shield herself from the man at the counter’s view.<br/><br/>She looked out of the giant clear windowpane that had an image of a group of thugs beating up a kid. It was then that she felt a familiar twinge of a kitten nuzzling her foot. “ Chelsea stop.” The words were muttered instinctively as if the kitten was able to transform into chelsea who was one of her fellow assassins. In response, the kitten bit her toe. Yup. Chelsea was here all right. But why was she here? She had a mission far away from the one she had. This could not be coincidence.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Bottle of Jack.”</span>She went pale trying to figure out why Jack came in a bottle. For a moment she had an image of a man being carved to pieces and shoved into bottles. Cannibalism was still a thing? Chelsea meowed before stepping out into the aisle, and towards the counter where a man was just now being handed a bottle of jack. The kitten silently followed the man outside where he proceeded to beat the thugs to a bloody pulp on the ground. Why didn’t he just kill them?  Chelsea made movement with her head to alert Akame to figure out what was going on.<br/><br/>However, right before her eyes she watched Chelsea run back into the store before the bodies of the thugs went up in flames. She decided now was a better time than never to figure out what was going on. Her feet carried her down the aisle as she scooped up Chelsea to try and make a disguise of an innocent girl walking through. “ Sir, Is there any reason that man would want to use the liquid of human flesh to burn bodies?” The idea of having a sword, and blood on her body seeming strange never crossed her mind because frankly she had forgotten about that.