<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/A00f33236571fb613800b7cb29b4c6a0.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jia Seikasa</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jdqAleIzRgsLPq3rvQzSSQmafJqpVgV2nWo9Rp0dyrU/edit</div></div><br/>Jia's defiant cheer and politely blase attitude took a serious pounding from the tour they received.  When the screams had been distant—if indecent—echoes, she'd paid them no mind.  Seeing people subjected to such horrific tortures right before her eyes—even if she was now quite sure these were the souls of the damned—shook the young sorceress to the core.  She clenched her fists in a desperate attempt to keep her hands from trembling.<br/><br/>As they were brought before their jailor, Jia's throat went dry and she licked her lips.  She wanted to be cheerfully defiant.<em>You don't want me dead.  Kill my body and Desna will claim my soul.  You need me alive to keep me here in your realm.</em>She was too shaken to say it.<br/><br/>It did, however, strike her with a slightly paranoid response when she was hired to bring the head of a business rival.  “Who and what is the person you want us to dispatch?” she inquired.  “I'm no stranger to doing violence for a fee, but I'm no assassin.  If he's another of your ilk, you have my service—and my spear if you know where it can be found...  If he's...” she trailed off, realizing how stupid she sounded thinking their might be any redeeming feature to a man who ran a business of torturing souls to extract their tears for devils to use as a perverse sort of intoxicant.