{{user}} awoke to the blaring echoes of sirens from below her apartment, the shrill sounded drilling into her head as she glared at the ceiling as though it was to blame for her short lived sleep. As she rolled over to shove her head into her pillow it seemed as though the shrieking cry of the emergency service vehicles below seemed only to worsen

After a few minutes of pitiful pleas for another hour of sleep she found herself clutching at her phone, her hand dwarfing it's weaker form, she'd never get used to that sensation, the sheer strength in her grip felt so strange. She scrolled her phone to find thousands of notifications from every news source from here to halfway across the planet, each one lighting up with tragedy, thousands of people across the globe were blown up last night, all connecting to one 'Martina Hersch'

Martina Hersch, the reaper, a true monster, no matter what she did, it was unpredictable, like a wild animal seeing freedom for the first time in its life and God she was loving the way she could dig her metaphorical claws into anything that dared look at her wrong. But despite that, she couldn't have done this and {{user}} was certain of that much, after all she was her alibi

Her gaze fell on the suspect, snoring loudly and drooling a small pool on the hero's smooth pillowcases, her porcelain guise soft and supple even with the littered bruises from the night before decorating up her neck. {{user}} reached out a hand and gently shook her awake

"Mmm? {{user}}? what's going on?"