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"Mm... having wealth can have its perks, but it can also have its cons and disadvantages."
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Ariadne looks up thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment. She sat on a dinner table with an expression that looked as if she were lost in thought. She held her white umbrella over her head and elegantly laid her left leg over her right one. Some blood stains were easily identifiable on her white dress and some were even on her skin. Despite her relaxed look, bodies flooded the manor. Some were already dead with a number of limbs scattered all over the area. Others were still alive, but were forced to go through their painful agony or are just moments away from drawing their last breath.
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"See, when you're living in the slums and constantly struggling to survive, it can take quite a toll on you. When you're living in an area where even the most vile and despicable nobles live, it can enrage you. They have more money than you, they have better clothes, a better social status, better everything... it's to the point where you want to be like them or just be them."
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Not too far from the woman was a young man with horrid wounds marked all over his body crawling in the floor. A trail of blood would follow the man's movements with a pained expression. Blood was also found on his mouth as if he vomited it all out. "S-Som...Someone... h-heeeelp..." His voice was hoarse, dry, trying to fight from making his last breath before losing life from his body. Soon after, his arms gave up on him and his body completely collapsed on the floor. His eyes rolled up and into his head and heaving out one last breath before his corpse lost all signs of life.
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"But then, there are times where the the wealthy would mock you for basically anything. 'You're too poor. You're too dirty. You have nothing. You're born poor, you die poor.' All of that nonsense. Throughout all of the mockery and insults I've endured, sometimes you need to put your foot down. Make it the last straw. Become something that can aid those in a similar situation like my own. Eventually I became a vigilante, a symbol, and a hero to the poor, to those that suffer like I do or even worse."
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Ariadne paused to turn her head to the left, staring at a pile of bodies not too far from her. Some had their libs in tact while others were brutally, by the look of it, teared off from their bodies. The woman shook her head, as if she were somewhat disappointed with what was around her. She closed her eyes to regather herself and eventually opened them back up to look ahead. "I was a villain to most, but I was also a hero to those in need. However, it took a great toll of my reputation as I was being more noticed; gaining recognition for the wrong reasons. I was only one person. I needed a group, no, an organization to help me."
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"That was when the thought of joining the Grimm Troupe came into mind. Truth be told, I wasn't one for the rise or concept of anarchy at first. But then I realized if there was anarchy, then there would be no consequences for those that do harm or wrong to the poor. I'll admit it's a rather twisted process, but it's not every time I just have to be the hero of my own tale. Even to achieve good, you must do some evil. I... had to do a lot to get it. I had to do a lot to eventually become a leader. I may have regret it, but I certainly wouldn't wish to redo my chances to do something different."
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"Becoming the Grimm Troupe leader of Era was and is... interesting. I have a group behind me. A large one, for one. I'm regularly apart of a government that houses not only the most successful people, but also a lot of council members. It'd be really easy to grab their attention, to simply lure them into my trap like a lost mouse huddling into a lion's den. On the contrary, I mustn't do too much to draw too much attention. Otherwise--"
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The door to the manor was smashed from the frame and flew across the floor before making its rough landing with a loud thud. Before the frame were several Knights, some were armed with artifice. "There she is!" One knight cried with a pointed finger at Ariadne. "Get her!" On command, the Knights scurried into the manor and after the woman.
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"Hm?" Ariadne turned her head the second time to see a group of Knights charging at her direction. She sighed with defeat, her icy blue eyes looking forward one last time before she gave a weary smile. "It seems as though my time is up. But don't worry, perhaps the next time we meet, it'll be in a more peaceful and serene setting. I'm more than willing to give you a full story of my oh so tragic life. For now, I suggest you look away. Things may get a little graphic for your tastes."