The visha tale

Small surprise

A dark and gloomy morning swept in a smoggy, windy, and pouring tsunami of a storm. A chill makes it's way over the hotel that finds itself in this storm. An eerie silence sweeps through the lobby of the hotel. Having the current occupants on edge. A glint of emotion passing through their eyes in a sparkle before hardening their expressions. To hide the emotions away. A light dinging sounds breaks the silence for a moment as a tall, dark yet long slicked back haired man steps out from the elevator. Taking notice of his surroundings. Noticing the unusual presence/behavior of the room...well at least unusual for him to walk into when this behavior is usually directed towards him. Oddly enough no one even glances his direction. Which is peculiar seeing as he's the most...known among those in the business. He cuts his eyes through the crowd of people. Trying to deduce whom might have caused such a reaction from the usually reserved group that finds themselves in this hotel. His scanning eyes stop finally on a smaller being then most present watch them only the back of the person is visible to him. Interest peaked the man from the elevator steps away from the lift and slowly but silently makes his way unnoticed through the crowed to get a closer inspection of the being. Noticing after closer examination that even the usually reserved Charon seems cautious and put off by the person he's having to look down over the desk ,separating the two; to talk to them in his usual manner/fashion. Such a peculiar sight to behold. Who could this person be? Surely not someone in the business! But as he looks more to the being . He notices the dark stains that pop out from the even darker clothing they wear. Small scars can be seen peaking out from under the mask that tightly covers their face. One could not decipher if the person was male or female . As they clothing fit in a way one could or would flip flop between which they where. Hair cut in a short but not too short a style, one hard to grab in a fight but one that could still be styled. They don't speak a word the whole interaction. Just quick efficient hand gestures and signs to communicate what they wanted. Such a simple but effective approach to communication. The more he watches them the more he thinks that this person seems somewhat familiar. Not like he knows them but like they have similar mannerisms to that of someone he used to know... he'll have to look into them more and ask around for more information but for now he'll just watch them....

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Maybe i should give more context to what's happening and the why for such a scene to be taking place in this hotel... The continental... to do so will need to step back in time and change views to that of the person that is causing all the commotion.
Just be aware that once you start down this path... this tale if you will, you wont be able to step away.
For once you step into this business... this work... your life can no longer go back to what it once was.
No one can ever real leave this life behind. Death is the on;y way to end your stay in this world.
Now let us begin along our path.
To discover what's being hidden away.
The real fun is just beginning~

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No ones POV:

A short but stocky being walks slowly from a blazing building. Agonizing screams can be heard for the unlucky few still left alive but injured beyond the ability to move and save themselves. A glint passing through the sharp eyes of the slow moving person. Each step made with a precise yet silently skilled move.
As they make there way through the destruction of their own making. Angry yells and screams are directed from all sides as men come from the shadows and diverge on the smaller being that is situated in the center of the angry group of men. The person just stands and gives a sharped eyed glare to those around them clearly not impressed or fearfully of those around them.
Pausing in their movement at a shout from behind them. The figure turns to look at the cause of the sound clearly pissed. But as their nuisance continues to speak the being just grins darkly behind the mask covering their face.
At the sudden but hidden reaction happens a cold chill comes down over all present. A shiver of fear passes through them all as in the next breath before anyone could react or move the small imp like person. That would be full for nightmares of generations to come, as they would be spurred into acton.
A flurry of movements accompanied by shots and explosions of chaotic proportions start to unfold. No one would forget what happened here. Nor would the cause of who created this chaos every be forgotten. The death and destruction thats has happened would rival or even put the likes of even the baba yoga to shame...