While Madam Remedy forced herself to swallow her disgust, swearing to stay rotting in the gutter rather than challenge monsters like Mr. Weekend for upper-sector positions, Kim stood off to the side, fighting a nauseating war within herself.
Sure, she despised everything about Weekend's mindless brutality. She hated the way he butchered the hostages regardless of their age, treating human existence like a meaningless video game.
She loathed his twisted belief: that killing people was the same as rescuing them from their miserable lives. She hated every single atom of his being.
Yet, she forced her jaw tight and remained motionless on the sidelines.
She had made a vow at a deathbed, and blood was thicker than empathy.
'I swear... I'll carry your dream, Mother. I'll show this wretched world that a woman can rise to the absolute top. I'll seize power, no matter how much blood I have to wade through to get it.'
