Myra stands atop rubble from another destroyed building. She looks up and sees the usual, some thugs sent by someone who didn't want to do the hard work themself.

Myra does her best to clean up, while she does, she hears slow clapping from behind her. she can feel her blood boil already. She knows exactly who's behind her.

she clenches her fists and turns around, looking annoyed already "What do you want?! What is it this time?"