Closed to @heroicrow — “By Demon’s Grace”
It had been quite a night for Kirika. The door to to her apartment quietly creaked open, as she stepped inside. She was careful to not get any blood on the carpet, tho the fact of the matter was her white hoodie was stained too much, and her hair and body smelled like iron. She had to clean up. Making her way to the bathroom, she placed her Beretta on the table in front of the couch. She’d come back for the demon’s bath later, after she cleaned herself.
As the hot water hit her skin and absolved her of the red that soaked her hair, she looked back on the murder she’d just committed. A hit on the police department; nothing too major. A lot of people dead, though. Her self defense instincts kicked in a little too hard. Well, it was hard not to fight back when people attacked first. They’ll all revive anyway. Didn’t matter in the end.
As she exited the shower, she turns on an all too familiar song on her phone, which now read 4AM. Heading to the kitchen, she pours water into the kettle, and lights the stove in preparation for some early morning tea. Leaving the kitchen, she turns up the volume on her phone, and starts to dismantle her gun for maintenance.