#Chapter One: Tainted Bliss
The Kitan docks, a place of trading, travel and crime. The once fresh breeze that I will never feel would always be tainted in Kitan. The factories that line the right side of the docks warding the sea from taking the land, a permanent embargo placed onto it by the monopolies who make their profit by burning the midnight oil to craft protosteel weapons and tools, canned Rahi meat from “legitimate” sources and artificial highs only made for those who will commit felony just to get a second batch.
None of this mattered to me who was prone on a prototin roof of a storage building scouting through my sights to see the one unknowingly waiting for their final breath. As I once again looked down my sights I could see many things from deadbeat toa trying to make enough daikra just to afford a rentable shack, a dock guard with a rifle in one hand and a processed drink in the other. A barge used for shipping containers over to other countries was docked closest to the factories. their were Toa and Matoran most of them were Air and Shadow going into the boat and bringing crates out. Then… I saw her
A slim female Toa of Twilight with light green eyes and black upper arms and lower legs that matched her white arms and legs, was commanding the Toa and Matoran going into the barge as if they were bringing whatever was in those crates into the storage building I was on top of. She then looked into the moon and that was when I breathed slowly as I showed her the true meaning of bliss. She fell backwards in a mix grief and despair as the her life came out through the vents of her paraki and into the contaminated air as she landed to the floor. A black smoke then appeared from two places, the rifle of mine and her left eye.
As the cronies of her fled the docks I came down from the building I walked towards the deceased Toa and picked up the Paraki from her lifeless face and saw where their was supposed to be the left eye was a gaping hole where the bullet went. I then placed it on her white torso and crossed her arms. And then said in her tongue “Saibya fue ro dika” (Perfection is never in violence)
I then walked away…
That this was only the beginning of the end.
the Narration for the mysterious killer has a Noir aesthetic.
the toa of twilight is to be visualized with the G2 Paraki
Her fluent language is a lesser used one called Krataga which is mostly used in villages around Halikor (and sometimes is known as slum speak in Kitan)