I’m here to kill someone. Someone who, in turn, killed my wife. My children. I’ve been looking around the globe for this killer and at last I think I found her. There was a safehouse, just outside of the city. Me and the local authorities raided it under good suspicion that people were there. Good people who were kidnapped and forced to live on the black market for human trafficking and God knows what. We found the people but the killer, the root of all evil. She had already left. We went back into town. Rain fell from the sky and I began to look for some local cuisine downtown. Then there was something peculiar. There was a woman. Beaten and torn, crying in the street. It seemed no one cared as they walked around her and she wept there on her knees. She covered her face but somehow the people knew what she was up to and so did I. “Baba Yaga. It seems your time is up.” I said while pointing my revolver just a few inches away from her skull. “Your reign of tyranny has come to an end.”
She stopped crying but continued to cover her face. “Oh?” She began to cackle. “It has nearly just begun.”
