Rachel Eckermann 14

In South Korea: Rose Ambers was drinking soju with one of her male clients. It was strange, but she found that she had alot of power as a Western hostess. "Pour!" he asked. He was one of her usuals: "My mother keeps on calling me and asking me to divorce the witch of a wife I have. She's going to take her to a Mu-Dang and have her exorcised." Rose felt pity for him and not much else although she had begun to realize what a heavy weight family had tied to his back. "Pour!" she heard. She poured as delicately as she could to please him. "Drink!" she drank but she was getting a bit sick of him. "Why don't you commit Harikari?" she suggested. "Do I look Japanese to you? Fucking bitch. Always says the wrong thing! You have no Jung!" She poured some more soju for him and then stood up. She seemed to be taking out a fan to cool him off. Then she cut off his head with a sword and blood poured out his neck like a fast-forwarded footage of a fountain. She took all her clothes off and walked out the door. She pressed a button on her watch and she was immediately digitally clothed and made to look like a South Korean. No one noticed anything unusual. She bowed before she left and disappeared into the shadows. "Obstacles have been removed." she said to Rachel. Rachel smiled from age to age. She remembered her childhood smile when she rode her first bicycle. She remembered her second smile when she killed her first deer. She remembered.