A few moments ago.
A handsome white haired man, who stood atop the colosseum's most prominent corner and glared down at the Sector Five which was in ruins.
[R-right, why do I need... royal blood? Tsk, I had something in mind, arghhh!! Now I forgot about my plan, aaarrrghhh!!] I grumbled because the plan I had in mind was suddenly ruined as soon as I realised what I was about to do wasn't worth the effort.
"I could simply go do what I had to do." I muttered after cutting off the telepathic link with Samantha. I had planned on using White Swan's influence so that it won't be too suspicious, but I suddenly realized that I don't care if my actions raised other new problems, it seemed like I became to engrossed into the manipulative role-play that I forgot that I wasn't one to care about such insignificant things, since I had killed those who I didn't like, because of what they did, of course, I'm not that unreasonable to kill of everybody I don't like..... maybe I am?
