Abnormal: Serenity

Documentary
Serah Lexicon

Head of Overseer Operations 1887 - Present

Head of Overseer Investigative Branch 1885 - 1886

'Serah glared into the camera set up in front of her, capturing her every move, red light blinking rapidly. The interviewer rolled his finger, telling her to start talking. She sighed, tapped her cigarette out in the ash tray, Serah re-positioned herself so she would be sitting upright in her desk chair, staring evenly into the camera. She hated how she looked, at forty two her former golden blonde hair had turned gray so quickly in the past five years, she'd considered using hair dye, but she knew it was only masking the problem. She cleared her throat.'

'"It all started in January 1884, when Grant Móros, leading man for the Wine party was assassinated. From what I've read about him, from the statements I've gotten from his loved ones, and the common knowledge I have about him, he was a living embodiment of the party. He wanted to stop Anton Anemoi and the ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ party from re-uniting the city-states under a single banner. With Idris Gryffon backing him financially, it looked like he could shift the balance back in Wine's favor... but that one night..." She looked away from the camera "January 18, 1884. That's where all of this started."'

Assassination
The assassin positioned themselves across the glass palace of the Horizon Club, a place where the rich, the powerful, the high and mighty of Eirene sat around drinking expensive wine, eating fancy cheese while complaining about how hard their lives are.The Assassin peered down to the busy streets below, dozens of people out and about, either walking home from a regretted one-night stand, or a late evening at the bar, kicking themselves for their equally-regretted high bar tabs, the assassin held no pity for those foolish to stay out this late at night.The assassin sighed and got to work. They waved their hand over their left wrist, the blue holographic keyboard of their User Interface ignited, brightening half of their face. The assassin tapped a few keys, launching their drone from their pack, and sent it in to scan the inhabitants of the club. It scanned ten individuals, highlighting them, six red, one orange, and three green. The red were guards, each armed with at least a side arm. The green were innocent employees, just doing their jobs, putting up with the man children, and the orange was the target, surrounded by guards.

The assassin considered their options, sniper; they could just shoot Gate, but doing that would put all eyes on the assassin. Brute force; they could try charging in, guns blazing, but that would probably get them killed, and Gate would more than likely lock himself in his panic room. Lastly, a choice they didn't want to use, was to send her drone in, and hitting the trigger, causing it to explode, killing everyone in the room, including the innocents. The assassin grimaced, it was truly a pick your poison scenario, either they give chase, the assassin gets their ass kicked, or they have innocent blood on her hands.

The assassin sighed, and chose her sniper rifle from their inventory, drew the hood over their head, and typed a few more keys on the UI, their mask atomized over the top half of their face, the eyes lit up bright blue, hiding them, and a black mesh went over their mouth, a digital editor disguised their voice, making it deeper, in case anyone heard them. The assassin set up the rifle on the balcony, lining up the shot with Gate's head. They were hired a week prior by a man who only went by Mr. Red, to kill Gate, claiming he was a nuisance to his political campaign. The assassin didn't question it, they took the money up front, and spent the following four days studying Gate's moves, trying to decide the best way to kill him. A day prior the assassin learned from one of Gate's employees, that he'd be at the Horizon Club tonight. They placed their finger on the trigger, held their breath, and pulled. The bullet soared through the air, smashing right through the glass, into his skull, painting the wall behind him with his brain matter.

Wasting no time, the assassin tossed the gun into the street, it was no use to anyone now, as it was a single-use rifle. The Assassin made their way down the fire escape, dialing Mr. Red. "It's done."

"And your bonus has been transferred."