Racism. Violence. Corruption.<br/><br/>Judgment was doing what they could to handle the situation, but they were doing it all wrong. They attacked the problem in broad daylight, stomping it out for all to see. Like a gauntlet closed around a flower, a flower that sickened with its pollen. Ruthless, cold... and inefficient. The people could see what was happening, saw the corruption, saw that it was not being stopped. They had time to be afraid, to be affected. They weren't safe.<br/><br/>The source of the corruption needed to be ripped out by the root, clawed and torn and rended, destroyed. But that could only be done with fear, and with death. It could only be done at night. It could only be done if both the people, and the threat, did not have a name or a face for their savior. It had to be an entity, something they could barely understand. It had to be like a ghost of vengeance and destruction...<br/><br/>...Like a wraith.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>