Guilt was an emotion that had no place while acting in order to accomplish a greater ideal that could liberate the whole world. An attempt, indeed of forfeiting the life of their tormentor, a man that ruled as a dictator. Such a life could be rendered similar to a prisoner, to an entrapped animal that had no options than to obey its master rather than be punished. Yet, there existed persons that were not willing to accept such cruelty, such demeanor, not when they were capable of acting for themselves. Despite the slim chances of being successful, to simply allow such a man to continue with his vile actions was unforgivable. Karen could not agree or continue to witness the world as it world. It felt frustration, almost as the freedom was slipping from her hands as well. A feeling she would rather not experience, as it felt asphyxiating.
Shirt being buttoned, along with coat that did not belong to her being utilized, Karen did not regret her prior action. She was against senseless murdering, yet the situation required measures that could not be delayed. Crimson liquid that stained her clothes had no importance as it would serve for a greater cause. Amber eyes that glanced into the director of the corpse, held a tinge of regret, as it was the sole solution available at the moment. Steps that echoed on an empty corridor as she was heading towards the destination. A meeting with the person that became the target of their loathing. Byakuran. A name that was prohibited to be uttered, as it brought memories that would rather be forgotten, that were supposed to fade into the past. Yet, people that died by his hands, by his orders could not be let to disappear, but were a motif that triggered such a course of action. Loss of cherished persons had an impact, one that was not supposed to be experienced, not once again by innocent civilians. The world they revolved around was a perilous one, yet the risks had to be assumed.
Cautiousness was a distinctive trait they were supposed to possess as Karen was wary of her surrounding, not allowing herself a moment of distraction. A guard that she encountered guided her towards the supposed room of the meeting, yet the danger would be once she would be confined into such a space with that man. A gamble she decided to take instead of indulging into the fantasy of a dystopia that was rendered to be an ideal world. Righteousness was a concept that was long forgotten, yet for how long were people going to be blinded by false promises by a man that simply manipulated them? It was disappointing. What kind of hell was it?
Sounds caused by the opening of a door resulted into her adjusting her attire, displaying a blank expression as it was not necessary to indicate any form of emotion. It was an opportunity Karen could not miss as she had been capable of obtaining it. Orbs making contact for a short while, as a false smile was displayed on her figure in order to create the impression of being the woman he was supposed to meet. A rather plain person, yet the information acquired from her was essential and could be valuable in order to accomplish her plan. One that could be rendered as lacking logic.
“My apologies for my delay. Some issues occurred and I was unable to arrive until I had solved them.” A simple lie, yet the sole problem resided in whether she was going to be believed or considered as the villain. Although such a risk was involved, Karen opted to continue with her scheme in order to attempt to fulfill her ideal.
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