The year of the Fyre Ox was upon the Orient. This side of the world celebrated another 10 years of leadership and the beginning of the 10 year Progressive Period. In the  major cities, fireworks and celebration echoed through the dingy streets as lights that dwarfed the sun's brightness filled the skies. The surrounding villages were emptied into the cities with excitement as debauchery followed suit. But with so much excitement and life, there was also death being played like a deafening silence within the shadows.

Through the darkening nights, the Hunger grew within the assassin, her lust grew unquenchable as the blood moon loomed overhead. Lucky for this woman, goons on the docks Loved to abuse and defile the helpless in the nearby streets. AS a matter of fact, here came a group of them.