The other unfortunate aspect of his operation in Crocus was the loss of his thieving friends; allies whom he couldn't remember the names of, for lack of trying rather than amnesia this time. They mattered as little to him as insects in grass, complete with the crunching sound that's made when crushed underfoot. They were simpletons one and all, and they weren't needed to conduct an operation of the ambition that Tomoe aimed for. In truth, the Joyan scoundrel never needed allies to complete his goals. Rather, they were merely pawns for his own entertainment. There was nothing to their presence other than to shake up the monotony of his day to day work. He firmly believed that, on the contrary, he tended to work best alone. Thus, he would venture outward once again to find victims to steal from.
Rather than wandering the streets in search of people to murder as usual, Tomoe went for the classier approach of raiding people's houses in search of valuables. As he moved, he swore he could hear HER whisper into his ear.
"Kill them all, Tomoe.", the Joyan would hear reverberate through his entire being, granting him a command that he wouldn't dare defy with an authoritative voice that was yet filled with elegance and grace.
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