All those writings on the windows, they even had murdered her familiar - a bakeneko, whom she had found laying in pool of blood on the balcony, mutilated. Whatever they wanted, they weren't going to get it and as much as she kept resisting, the harder they kept coming at her. Hikari hated that. Lucelle hated that. SHE hated that.
Leaning against the hood of her racing car, she was sucking on a lollipop and wearing rather... revealing and skinny clothes. Not that she cared anyhow.