From the outside, Saints hand's house is one of the best in the city. Each and every part of it screams I have money. But to Saints Hand it was rather low key. And in all truth compared to other King rank martial artists it was incredibly tame, mainly because he expressed himself in his school. His pride and joy. Despite being what one may call a ladies man, he was never able to keep a relationship, and often found it easier on his own. With how busy his life is, he was never left to wonder. But every once in a while, he remembers how big of a nuisance women can be.
Saints Hand didn't notice when Wisp entered the room, but he did notice the loose foot steps of Grant behind the door. What has really got his attention is the fresh load of paperwork coming in due to needs of construction and renovation.
Although Wisp could completely mask others' senses of her, she couldn't prevent her smell. Wisp would normally avoid such matters due to constant grooming, yet she hasn't had a chance after meeting Grant. And so like a hound, Saints Hand started to sniff. "Hello?" He asked chillingly.
Like a demon showing its true colors Wisp stepped out of the shadows. Saints Hand jumped, and for a second his eyes began to shake. This was far outside his plans. "Oh dear lord, I'm seeing ghosts." He Murmured
Wisp couldn't hold herself back and punched Saints Hand in the face.
"Bitch…" She grabbed him by the hair. "How dare you mistreat Jonny." She slammed his face into the desk. "I had faith in you." Drawing a knife she cut off his ear. Within a millisecond the same severed ear grew back, and Saints hand looked up with a scour on his face.
"And you were supposed to be dead." He grumbled.
"Dick, what did you say?" She wagged his ear in his face.
"I saw it myself, did I not? You lying DEAD on that stone, hell your heart was ripped out. Louis even cried for me to save you."
"Just an illusion." In that moment she split into two exact copies. "I knew you wanted me gone."
"In the name of Amish." He grabbed her by the shirt. "You were the one who was trying to kill me."
"Mabie, but at least I didn't actually do it."
"For heaven's sake. Now I see letting Jonny think you were still alive was a mistake. If he saw your body, then you would have been forced to show yourself."
"Oh the humanity, jackass." She tried to pull his hand off, but of course was unable to, so in shame she gave up. "Fuck cant you at least treat your lackeys right. James was worried sick. I mean fuck you fucking made the poor man ponder ending it all. Can't you even respect your boss?"
"It was for his own good!" He screamed. "This whole damn mess was for his own good, our own good! The mother fucking worlds own good!"
Wisp knew she had gone too far when the usury pious monk started shouting and swearing.
Saints hand eased his grip.
"Leave! Get the hell out." He screamed.
Wisp begrudgingly left.
Grant was sitting on the other side of the door with an eager face."So how was it? Did you surprise him?" Grant asked.