Rain washed over the streets of the Costa Esmeralda, as the night lighted clouds glowed a deep white as the moon tried to break through the mist. Hazy illuminating lights broke through the mist, one of the largest being the Ophidia's fashion company HQ. The giant O lit up in the middle of the building as it illuminated the parking lots and alleys of the city.

While famous for its beauty products and the clothing line, it also held quite a infamous rank in the city's underbelly as its top seller for body modification and implants and weapons. Anything you need to be the best you, as long as you can match the price.

The cozy offices that lined the basic front, lead to the far back behind a steel vaulted wall. Where only certain "employees" with certain security clearances were allowed. Inside, within the vaulted corridors of this black site within the building, was a hybrid mix between surgery rooms along with armories. Cybernetic limbs and weapons lined multiple walls. Ready to be installed and to be used on the unfortunate rivals of the snake clan.

At the final room. A large locker storage unit is where the best weapon of the company stood a spikey tailed figure who was leaning on the wall as she was using a rag to slowly wipe down and shine her drill tail that was covered in the blood of some of those rivals that met their end tonight, staring out into the rain as her cybernetic eyes shined through the window into the alleyway, the one sided glass just showing the two purple dots from outside. Her prisoner jumpsuit torn in various areas, showing the violent felon in all her glory. The ultimate Ophidia creation. a number of "VIII" The mark of the 8th demon on the left thigh of her pants. The urge for blood was satisfied at least for tonight, the screams of those thugs that attempted to raid one of her mistress's convoys having been enough when her ambush went so well when she busted out from one of the crates much to their horror as none left the truck alive.

"Such lovely screams." A dreamy giggle left her as if she had heard one of the most beautiful songs to date. She nearly cradled her cybernetic weapon like a infant as she wiped away the final stain of ripped flesh from its sharp teeth as she threw the rag aside going to rest her tail beside her. She slid down to rest against the wall on a very uncomfortable rubber sleeping mat. As she wrapped her arms around her knees to keep warm.

Hiding inside of a cold office building was not ideal but being a worldwide wanted fugitive was a rather harder than what she expected, but being harbored by one of the richest beauty companies was a luxury most criminals wouldn't get, she could not complain. She got to be herself here without issue, even getting paid for it. The thrill of the kill began to fade and leaving her sleepy as her eyes closed as she found herself trying to catch a nap before she would be sent on another contract.