Hinatara sat at a table in a cafe in a small town, drinking a small cup of coffee. She had her eyes closed as she drank the coffee. She was enjoying the peace and quiet. Even though there were hundreds of people filling this tiny town, it was still a very quiet place. Mainly because each and every citizen had succumb to an acidic miasma that melted their flesh right off the bone. on her table was the outstretched arm of the waited who died just after he served her coffee.  When she finished her cup, she took a walk around town, walking on top of the acidic sludge that was the remains of the citizens. Taking deep breathes, taking in the scent of tragedy around her. It made her smile. A sign that this would be a very good day.