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. and on top of it all. Was Erika. A seemingly normal albeit snobby celebrity model, was a cutthroat mobster through and through.

She was resting in her office, as she held a long spindly cigarette pipe with her fingers. Taking a deep hit as she overlooked the city from her top window as her mind ran through the calculations. If everything went according to her plans, the company should even grow far enough that she can start selling more her "exotic" yet dangerous products overseas. That is, if she can keep this company afloat along with her gang.