I was asleep. And then I was home again. At the doorstep of that Church. I saw some of the nuns who raised me, smiling at me. I was happy again.

And then I woke up.

Sister Friede wakes up, alone in her bed, in her one-room apartment. She stands up, gets dressed for work at the new company she was working. Dream Perfect Regime. How ironic.

She looks through her cabinet, the only things in it being her habit, which she has been wearing since she left the Old Country five years ago, and two sets of suits and simple black dresses.

She might as well wear the suit... She gets on the slacks, the white longsleeves, the black tie, the black overjacket... She looks herself in the mirror. It didn't look right.

She puts on the hood portion of her habit, and... it still did not feel right.

...

Fuck.

She tears the suit off, hangs it back up and is naked again. She decides to just go with the habit she's always worn. When she looks at herself in the mirror, she feels right again. The veil hiding her eyes, the dark hood covering her head, the long light blue dress of thick fabric that reaches past her feet...

She was her again...

As much as she hated wearing this all the time, she never felt comfortable wearing anything else.

She heads out of her apartment, out into the main street, heirloom weapon in hand. She smiles as some of the people greet her, "Good morning sister."

"Good morning."

She would do this as she walked around aimlessly, greeting all the strangers she came across. She was waiting for an assignment, as she carried a phone with her with the number of her boss @IANYU as the only contact info on it. 

The most interesting moment on her aimless walk was when she was stopped by a rookie cop for carrying a weapon out in the open. The veteran accompanying this cop smacked him over the head, muttered an apology, and dragged him away.

I suppose there were multiple advantages in being part of Dream Perfect Regime...

She sighs, eventually finding a seat at the park. Bored out of her mind, and not having received a single call to kill anyone, intimidate, even close out a drug deal. Nothing.

She soon begins to drift off...

Ian stood in his lavish office, staring out the window. He had a lot on his plate, but one thing that needed to be taken care of immediately was the situation with the rival gang. He needed someone he could trust to take care of it, and he knew just who to call.

He picked up the phone and dialed Sister Friede's number. "Hello, Sister Friede? It's Ian," he said, his deep voice commanding attention. "I have a job that needs to be taken care of, and I need someone I can trust to handle it."

Friede wakes up, picks up the phone. "Mhm... I'm here boss. What do you need done?" She is ready, scythe in hand and ears open.

Ian took a deep breath, his mind focused on the task at hand. "There's been some trouble with a rival gang, and I need you to take care of it," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "I need you to gather some of our best men and take care of them once and for all."

"I can take care of this myself. No need to waste the ammo of our best boys. I have my scythe, and I am sure you want this to be quiet. Or... do you want me to burn their homes, attack their businesses?" Friede says, contemplating what she could do as she fidgeted with her scythe.

Ian took a deep breath and listened to Friede's response on the phone. He could hear the contemplation in her voice as she fidgeted with her scythe.

"Let's avoid extreme measures for now," Ian said, trying to reassure Friede. "But we need to send a clear message to this rival gang that we won't tolerate any threats to our territory. And I trust you to handle this with discretion."

He continued, "I want you to lead a team of our men and take out their leaders. It's crucial that we eliminate their leadership to prevent any further escalation. But make sure it's done quietly. We don't want to draw any unwanted attention."

Ian paused, waiting for Friede's response. "Can I count on you to handle this for us?" he asked, his tone serious.