Behind the icy mountains of Yakutsk, the Second District, stood the third sentinel. Before it, Scar and the others chosen for the second base had gathered, all of them facing the woman who would lead them, early forties, and said to hold the eighth rank among Moon Killers.
"Just call me Chica. I'm not into formal titles like 'Captain.' Finish enough missions, earn your points, and you could become a Ranker yourself. You can even become a captain."
Chica's eyes glanced through the crowd.
"You all seem promising. You'll join your factions soon, but until then, if that nuisance Reaper comes to Yakutsk, it'll be your responsibility to handle him, all other factions will be occupied."
Something like a smile touched Scar's lips. Two weeks since Julien got the Joker Mask and became the Reaper, and the bastard had wasted no time making a name for himself.
His cringe humor was repulsive enough on its own, and being a vigilante hadn't exactly won him any admirers either.
