She looks at the window as the rain drops hit the pane. The city she sees is one hell of a mess and suddenly, nothing seems interesting about it anymore. The city of Neon, where the light glows and the blood never stops pouring . Ace always liked the sight of blood. It was the red liquid that worked wonders. For her, it was what kept her alive all these years and for that, anyone that spilled blood needed to be punished. It's why she was in that building, sipping on neat whiskey in her bath robe. It was her life's mission to identify anyone that spilt blood. It was her mission to punish them. To the ones that were too blind to see what the real world was, she was known as Ace, the girl orphaned at the age of ten. Ace, the girl who lost was as quiet at sea on a calm day. Ace, the girl who keeps to herself. Ace, the mystery. That's who she was to the normal crowd but to the underworld, she was the nightmare in the alley. The name that struck fear even to the biggest of mafia bosses. A knock on the door almost startles her... almost. "Come in," Ace says lazily as she sets her glass of whiskey on the table. The door cracks open as a feminine figure steps in the room. She was a common acquaintance to Ace. Her blue eyes darted left and right in terror. That was the first thing that told Ace that another case was about to land on her desk. The woman's blue dress was torn to shreds and her blonde her was a mess. The red spots on her porcelain skin was a clear indication that she had been in a fight. The cherry on top was the red liquid pouring out of her mouth. "Ace, thank goodness your here!" she says with her deep British accent. "Jesus Christa, you look like you walked out in a bar full of wolves. You know the drill, " Ace says, her American accent well in play. Without hesitation, Christa puts her arms up as Ace searches her. Satisfied, Ace refills her whiskey and leans on her table." What's going on?"she asks. Christa looks around and then stares at Ace." I was going home... It was a date... Then suddenly I got attacked. I fought back but he was too strong..."she manages to say. Ace gulps down the entire glass." What sort of man doesn't walk her date home? I can tell you guys had a nice time, " Ace says eyeing the necklace around Christa's neck. It wasn't there all the times Christa paid her a visit."His boss needed him. They called him midway through the date,"Christa says. Ace ponders for a moment. She already knew where they went and who the man was. He some hotshot that was next in line for CEO of some company. It was understandable why he would be needed midway through a perfect date...an expensive one at that. The necklace matched with the restaurant they went piles to more than five grand. "Did the guy take anything?" Ace asks. "Yeah, the ring that was supposed to go with the necklace," Christa says. Just the ring. It was all coming together, she just needed to go to the scene of the crime. "Where were you mugged?" Ace asks. "Rage station, just outside the bar" Christa says. There were two people that had the info she needed and she knew where to find them. "I'll find your ring Christa, sit tight, this shouldn't take long," Ace says. She goes to her room and changes into some casual clothes, nothing too fancy. This was a simple case for her. Just another one for the books.