The elderly woman walked without a sound, her steps graceful like a dancer as she moved through the growing crowd. The streets were bustling on this Wednesday afternoon and slowly growing with the night that would come. Yumi ignored the heathens as she walked ahead, "Soon all these heathen's shall perish at my hands. I shall carefully bide my time and wait patiently till I am ready." The old woman resisted the sneer that threatened to form on her wrinkled features as a young child bumped into her. Yumi walked on and entered into the bar pushing the door open. She walked towards the bar ignoring the looks she was getting. An old woman showing up in a bar on her own would no doubt be a strange sight to behold.
Yumi approached the bar where she sat upon one of the stools and called over the bartender, "Whisky double shot, no ice, leave the bottle, top shelf" commanded the old woman as she sat a stack of jewels down on the table, getting a nod from the young man who was serving her. Yumi cared not to take in his appearance simply waiting for her drink. As the glass was placed down in front of her and her drink poured Yumi raised it to her lips allowing the liquid to pour down her throat.