<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oQoCM2D.jpg)</div><strong>Morticia Scott</strong><br/><br/>Within the slums, in a hole-in-the-wall building turned into a bar, a whitehaired woman sat there, drowning away her sorrows at a recent failure. For the most part, she kept to herself, and she liked it that way.<br/><br/>However, things changed when she over heard someone nearby. "I heard there have been skeletons running around part of the city. Wonder if they will come here?" someone said.<br/><br/>"Naw, if they do, I am sure Broken Sky will take care of it," someone else replied<br/><br/>There was a small growl from Morticia, setting her drink down and looking at the group who was just talking. "What the hell? Broken Sky? Some random dude who tries to take the law into his own hands? Who is he to judge who is right and who is wrong? Dude sneaks around at night killing people, and he is NOT the bad guy? Yet I just try and learn a few things to defend myself and I'm reviled for it? How does that make any sense?"<br/><br/>At this point, a few other people had taken notice, whispering, and pointing their fingers at Morticia. This didn't go unnoticed, and she suddenly became very quiet. "Gotta go..." she muttered quietly as she suddenly sprinted towards the back door.<br/><br/>