Austria

*Warning, attempted rape, murder*

Her footsteps echoed in the dark, she had appeared in a dimly lit backstreet nearly killing two men of fright as she sauntered past them, relaxed and unhurried. She bypassed a puddle, made way into the bustling streets, and lost herself in the crowd. She drew gazes as she walked, black thigh-high block heel boots, thin gloves, an all black romper, tight on her skin, accentuating her curves, and her black hair drawn into a high ponytail. She was dressed for the part tonight, her eyes flashed over street signs, "not here" she spoke quietly to nobody at all.

The Salzburg Kulturtage was in full swing; music reverberated through the streets, laugher, booze, dancing, colorful displays of humanity ran rampant in every direction.

Violet continued her stroll, "The Max - Reinhardtz -Platz" she repeated. Her eyes connected with a street sign, she made a left, turned to cross the street, but was stopped almost immediately by a group of men eyes shimmering maniacally. "Are you lost princess?" One of them jeered, "you're not from around here darling, let us show you around." Before Violet could retort, another male had appeared, seemingly to her rescue. "Are you ready?" He smiled at Violet while pulling her away, in a quick gesture he slipped something in his pocket and proceeded to chat Violet's ear off. "I hope they didn't scare you too badly, I can show you around, until you find your way back to your group?"

Violet smiled, "I'm sure your wife would love that, unfortunately for you, I have no interest in deadbeat men." Violet extended her hand, palm flat out and in a quick motion pushed him 'softly' the man flew back tripped on his feet and landed harshly on his behind. She had taken the ring he had carefully hid in his pocket. Cold grey eyes surveyed him with distaste, she held it up to her eyes, tossed it to him as he sat perplexed on the floor. "Pathetic."

She had found it, the building seemed small, tasteless, just another drab block of cement forced into the city. Violet knew better, the building ran five stories underground, it's operation ran seamlessly, indulging in all sorts of tasteless endeavors. Its main purpose was the transport of women and children. Human trafficking. Violet wondered if a shipment was due tonight before she slipped flawlessly through a window and dropped into a desolate hallway. A horrendous stench seeped into her skin from every direction, Violet's hand came up reflexively, over her nose attempting to deflect. It was impossible. The squeak of rats, smell of human waste, cries of pain, and the loud crude voices of men and women beyond several doors invaded her senses. Violet waited in the hallway hesitating as choices and decisions presented themselves. Her objective sat waiting on the very bottom floor, she steeled herself and turned to continue her downward plunge.

A plea for help ripped through the air, a girl desperately attempting to fight of an attacker, no a rapist, she clawed at his face tears streaming down her face. He punched her and threw her onto the floor. A dry sob wracked through the air, he ripped of her shirt reached to grab her but was stopped mid-motion by a hand at his waist. The 9mm silenced handgun he kept holstered was being drawn, he turned in shock, met grey eyes, watched the silencer draw close, felt the impact as the gun went off and fell dead.

Violet turned her eyes to the girl, she lowered herself to meet her at eye level, carefully placed the gun in her hands, and left her with parting words. "Keep fighting"

The sudden silence had rang an alarm in several of the man's comrades, they poured out of the closest room muscles and weapons drawn threateningly.

Violet had made her decision. A sword appeared in her right gloved hand, a black handle, emitting a malevolent force, strange designs dancing on its blade, moving eerily. She walked towards the men, pushed off into the hallway in a zigzag motion slicing into the bodies with fluid dexterity.

"I do love a struggle."

The fifth floor was exactly as she had expected it, quiet, a library of sorts. A trail of blood followed her into the room, yet Violet was perched atop a chair perusing the contents of large black binder. A wet towel lay nearby, it's sole use the dedicated removal of blood stains from her attire. A satisfied smile crossed her face, a lighter appeared and the libraries contents were engulfed in flames. She left as easily as she had entered.

Violet traversed the city's center hearing behind her the screams of escaped victims and the wailing of sirens.

A murky backstreet, the flash of a familiar dagger.

What a wonderful day to visit Austria