In the shadows, a man approached, a small, brittle pouch in his hands. He approached the pair at the two-person table, and gently chucked the pouch on to the table. "Here it is. The heroin you asked for. Did you forget the price?"

One of the men threw a bag full of notes on the table. "Easy money." He grinned. "Tell me when you have more in stock. I've got some guys I want to share it to."

"No worries." Suddenly, he leaned forward. So close that they could smell his garlic breath. "I can't help but discuss this, it has caused my soul much turmoil. They say the Spider evolved. She's even stronger now and I'm telling you, don't mess with her. I heard that the previous gang she was involved in are still chasing after her but she killed them all in one go!"

The dark skinned punk swirled his beer can with a smile, puffing out smoke from his cigarette. "I don't know why they even recruited her in the first place. She's nothing but trouble. I say the devil itself is working in her."

His blonde haired mate, who sat beside him, chuckled. "Well, can you blame her? That girl's been corrupted since she could barely walk. She's not like us. She's not even human."

The dark alley where both men and women who had more piercings and clothes on, who had drugs, guns and alcohol at ha "Ha. Yes. She's a monster alright," the man who had approached, said, "I wish I could say freely that I'm not afraid of her. But even being part of Hikado's inner circle, I still can't help but be a bit fearful, though having Hikado on my side is probably a small advantage."

The blonde haired man thought for a while and then spoke. "Does anyone even know her name? I mean proper name? We've all just been calling her the Spider. It's kinda mysterious but it kinda does give her any character except for being the murderous Spider."

The drug dealer chuckled and leaned in even closer. "Well, they say that she has a name, but it hasn't been used that everyone's probably forgotten. Maybe even the Spider herself."

A bark of laughter came from the dark skinned man. "Where did you hear that from?! I tell you, I met a guy once who told everyone that he knew the name of the Spider. He boasted it to everyone he saw; a petty man, if you ask me. But a few days after, he vanished. Gone without a trace. He never told us the name, but he boasted about one clue," he tuned down into a gravelly whisper. "Her name means: the queen of the people."

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She had felt their footsteps before she had heard them. The ground had been trembling for quite some time now. She whirled around with a smile and as the men caught sight of it, their insides turned cold. Maybe this hadn't been the best idea. But before they could scream, protesting and begging for their life, sharp spider legs had already unfolded from her back, casting sketchy shadows on the ground.

Her head cocked to the side, her smile got bigger and her striking blue eyes shone under the crescent moon. Even in the night fog, they could feel her intensity. There was nothing they could do to save their lives. Death herself was coming upon them.

"Did you come to play with the spider?" she asked in a sugar sweet tone, "Well, I'll make this playdate quick then. Because, I'll admit, I'm not in the mood." Her legs were barely visible as they penetrated each and every one of their hearts. Blood and venom splattered the ground. Forty men fell to the ground and all that was left of them were their red stained bodies, and their silent screams.

The girl spun around and continued to walk, as if nothing had happened. Her footsteps were light and fleeting, almost gliding above the blood splattered ground.

"You cursed monster," a strained voice said from behind. The man had a few seconds left to live, and had decided his last words, however foul it would be.

She smiled under the ghostly moon. "Yes, I am cursed."

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Quickly, she walked through the busy night market with her hood on. Though no one could tell who it was, it felt like there was an ominous presence around the hooded girl, and it could only serve as a warning to those around. Her eyes darted around behind the cheap sunglasses. Because her distinct blue eyes were so noticeable, she had to cover it up. Anyone who saw it would immediately know the holder.

Searching for a busy stall, her eyes immediately landed on a crowded noodle shop. It would be easy to sneak around to the back, where most of the cooking was held, and just snatch a bowl. With a small smirk beneath her her shadowed face, she ducked behind a stall and slowly tip toed toward the back of the desired noodle shop.

"Oi! Line up, already! I'm not going to serving a bunch of ruffians! Get in line and I'll think about it!" The usual old man yelled as he waved his wooden spoon around, trying to get attention from the rowdy bunch. "Ah, seriously. People nowadays have no manners."

It was as if everyone had turned a blind eye to the skinny girl as her hands reached for a hot bowl. She felt her skin tingle at the warm touch and the heat ran through her body. Briskly snatching the bowl up, her legs were already escaping the crowd. Almost as quickly, she spotted a receipt on the ground and seized hold of it. She flipped it to the blank side and put it on her bowl, at least now the possibility of getting caught was lower.

What a genius I am, Reina thought to herself.

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Licking the bowl clean before dropping it off the rooftop, she heard it drop on someone's head and then a cry of anger and frustration. She sniggered. It was always fun to throw things off the roof, and then wait to see which lucky person in landed on.

Reina flopped backwards, the impact of hitting the concrete reverberating through her spine. Her long dark hair fanned out of the hard surface and her eyes gazed up at the sky. There aren't any stars tonight. Indeed, the sky was black, with not a single blink of light.

Though it was in the middle of the night, electrical lights were still on everywhere and pitch black darkness was far away. Japan was like this. No matter the time of day, there would be people, there would be cars, there would be lights, and there would always be people hunting after the Spider herself. She had to be careful where she slept. If there were too many people around, that would be easy for anyone to jump her. If there were too few people, she would be spotted too easily. There were spots she knew were safe and would always have just the right amount of persons around.

She closed her eyes and let the imaginary stars appear in her mind. She used to do it when she was younger, with her parents away and her home alone most of the time. She'd always used the stars as a way to calm down and leave this world.

Having not seen her parents for almost more than ten years, Reina could barely remember their faces nor any characteristics. The only thing she had to remember them by was her father's thick coat she always wore, and her mother's ring which she wore on her corded necklace. But even these things were not sentimental memories, rather things she held on to for the sake of having something. After all, she had barely known and seen her father and mother in the years that she'd been with them.

"Father and mother, huh?" her face softened and she smiled, her eyes shining with a hint of remorse. "I didn't even know who you were."

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