The streets were very quiet, far too quiet for their own good, only the faint dripping of a liquid and a soft hum that's sickly sweet rings through the dark street..

A young teenage girl crouches down, a foot gently tapping innocently, but her face was anything but that. A dark, self-satisfied grin marked the girl's face as she nudges the bloodied, mauled mess before her. Based on their state, it was some non-sorcerer that no doubt hit on her, and paid the price she decided was 'fair'.

Two giant, monstrous hands loom out of blackness behind Rika, the sounds of what appeared to be a crying boy, slowly seeping into the air, formed behind her, tears falling down its pale 'face'

“I’m so sorry about what she made me do...” The curse let's out its distored cries at the near corpse under him.

“Yuta dear, break their other leg~" she smiles far too sweetly as she points a finger at the other, yet unbroken limb. Rika looks at the poor sod not too far away from her, the bastard she's decided to torment today for even daring to assume she would ever abandoned her Yuta for some nobody...

Her smile persists as her sharp, dark eyes notice you