Just another day (OTA)
Beatrix sat on a bench in the park, eating an ice cream cone, a small smirk on her face. She had actually forgotten how much of a pain in the proverbial ass it was to clean and resharpen all that equiptment. Not that she should complain at all. Everyone she knew was fine, as far as she knew. She was able to collect all her knives after whatever this thing was disappeared. No cops or anyone else tracking her afterwards. Maybe there was something to this killing legit thing. She was amazed how fast this place bounced back, too. People around her right back to normal. At least this village seemed to get that part right.