Lady Sin faintly remembered her days in Bit Forgive - a merchant ship capable of making hundreds of deliveries per month. The ship sailed in its glory, casually trekking European waters and reaching uncharted islands. Sin enjoyed her one-year connection with the ship, before it abruptly sunk due to a freak explosion. Somehow, Lady Sin is wondering how she survived the ordeal. There are nights when she dreamed about the charred remains of Bit Forgive's crew. I should've been with them, Sin pondered deeply. 

But it was all over. The ship lays peacefully under the sea, its debris now the home of countless fishes. What matters now is the land that accepted her. Oh, such a fine land. Lady Sin's desire for liquor and freedom is now turning into a powerful elixir that she cannot control. To retain her sanity, Lady Sin keeps a small, almost dilapidated journal. In this journal, she writes every sin that she committed...and those ones that she plan to commit someday. Alternately, she also loves to write about the sins of men; casual remarks are injected. There were entries about her naughtiness in Bit Forgive, but she scrapped them. Some of those entries she gobbled up like cheese. 

"Are we heading to Chicago Aces, madam?" A hoarse voice snapped Sin from daydreaming. The voice came from Roberto, her personal driver cum protector. Roberto is shimmering with Latino blood, his eyes like daggers piercing Sin's damned soul. Lady Sin smiled and nodded. She fantasized about Roberto, but she must remain strong. She has responsibilities now.

"We're going to visit some friends, Robby." Sin replied. Robby. It sounded childish and can make any mafioso cringe. Nevertheless, Sin liked it. The name reminded her of a man from the blasted Bit Forgive. The man had strong arms and a radiating personality. How can Lady Sin, the broken lady, forget about the man's skillful display of massage? Lady Sin bit her lip a little.

The car roared on and swerved in a dank street. Civilians watched as the car accelerated like some sort of black lightning. In just moments, the car stopped in front of a small bar. Chicago Aces. It sounded lively, but the place seems forgotten by time. Glass panes are washed out. The neon letters of the bar are in disarray and it's doubtful if they will shine at night. 

Lady Sin climbed out of the car. Roberto stood beside her, carefully observing the surroundings. In such a place, bullets may fly suddenly. One must be careful at all times. Without hesitation, Sin entered the bar, Roberto following closely. 

It all happened fast.

Taking out her pistol, Lady Sin pumped three bullets on three different targets: the unwary barkeep, a Sicilian drowning in drinks, and his very unlucky friend. Roberto was quick enough to shoot the Sicilian twice before he can even retaliate from Sin's accurate shots. The smell of gunpowder and shattered dreams filled the whole place. Blood started pouring out from the gunshot wounds and Sin can't help but admire the flow. 

The blood glistens. It slowly carpeted the old wooden floor, just like a canvass waiting for the artist's touch. Sin holstered her pistol and clapped slowly. It was art. It was performance. Roberto simply stared at his eccentric boss, wondering about his fate.

"Robby, please remember that sometimes, we have to let go. These three old-timers...I gave them many chances. I just want to have this place. Maybe I can turn this into a doll store or something. But they don't want to listen to a sweet lady's request. They are so evil, Robby."

Roberto nodded. He proceeded to check the corpses. The barkeep twitched suddenly, causing Roberto to pump a bullet in its bloody temple. Brain matter exploded; Sin loved the squishy sound of it. 

"Tell your boys that they can help me out with this place. We shall fill this with good memories. Before you do that, whip some drinks."

"Whiskey, madam? Or Rum perhaps?" Roberto asked.

"Whiskey. Put some gunpowder on it. I wanna get real drunk today. Well, maybe half-drunk."

Roberto began preparing the drinks. His leather shoe accidentally stepped on a portion of the barkeep's brain. Another squish.

Lady Sin walked out of the bar for a while, closing the door behind her. She viewed the busy world and imagined that it was a giant cake. True, she can't eat the whole world, but she'll settle for few munches here and there. Maybe, that's the way to relax her soul.

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