Becca screamed and tackled Luna, knocking her through one of the doors. "ERMAHGERD GIMME"

"Holy sh×t man but i bought it and its at home!"luna explained while becca was still on top of her "And get off me.."

Becca frowned. "Y'know you really shouldn't excite me like that." Becca stood and studied the room around her. "GAH. All these fricking rooms are identical, AND I CANT FRICKING FIND LUST." Becca almost tore her hair out in frustration, "I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS TICKED OFF SINCE I MET THAT GREEN/BROWN EYED BASTARD." Becca kicked down a bookshelf. "GAHAHAHAHA."

"Just shoot down the doors !"luna kept saying "you can do that!

"Or go to the left always because thats how people make mazes.."luna explained to becca

Becca got up from the bookshelf she had knocked down. "Sure. Suuuuure. Shooting the doors will totally have a different outcome than my badass kicking." Becca rolled her eyes, and shot down a door. She stepped inside. "YOU'RE KIDDING ME." The room was marble, a single window illuminating the pedestal that stood in the middle. On the pedestal, laid a small bag of coins, stained red with blood.

Becca looked at the pedestal, and slowly whispered, "...Wickz..." She grabbed Greed, and stared directly at Luna. "We need to find Wickz. Now."

"Oh ok!" Luna ran to the village to find wickz "Hey becca we should spread out and search dark spaces"

Becca stuffed Greed in her trenchcoat. "I really don't care." She ran out the tower and sliced down all the zombie-villagers in her way.

Luna kept running through the village and found a loged that was fairly old looking luna knocked on the door "umh hello" luna knocked three times "wickz are you there?"

(I need to go to the land of afk)

Becca grasped at the air where Luna was. "WELP."

Becca pulled the hood of her cloak up. She had Greed. She had Gluttony. She was going to find Pride. If that Wickz was alive and tried to take Greed from her, it put Gluttony and maybe even Pride in jeopardy. She brought out her blade. She slowly traced it with her finger tip. He had to die.

"I have what you asked for sir." he bowed to him.
"Cecil White, a close friend to my father... I thank you," he spoke as if he was the king,"may you show me?"
"Of course sir" and he showed him to a dining room, it was like an medievel banquet with a sweet candle aroma. "It's all here." He showed him a box containing papers and scrolls.
A few moments later: "None of this makes sense!" He shouted furiously,"all the people he killed, our family tree, just nothing! Family's all killed, the family tree, swept away!" He screamed. "Thanks away, I'll be leaving now."
"Wait sir, I want to show you something..." He gave him 3 photos containing a handsome young boy.
"Who is this?" He sounded confused.
"He, is your father. The first one was when he was 6. The second was when he was 15 the last one was when he was 21."
"Impossible! He looks like an angel, but in fact he is the devil! I can't believe this!"
"He was such a nice boy... Bright and kind... Like an angel you said... But he was weak at the beginning and his parents didn't want him to be weak later on... So he began training as an assassin when he was 22. It tore him a part." He mumbled, "you can cry, no one will stop you." Wickz started to sob over his shoulders. "You're just like your father, you only do things, when you are told to."

(Im back fromthe land of afk)

Becca burst into a bar. He was nowhere. She walked over to the bartender and slapped some money down. Drinking was never one of her habits. She wiped her lip and left. "...Wickz..." She punched a wall as hard as she could, bruising her knuckles. She rubbed at her injured palm, and traced the scar left from when Yuki shot her there. Yuki... Yet another companion lost to the Land of AFK. Becca growled and grabbed her second sword. Wickz was good as dead. Becca would find him. And she would kill him.

(Silence)

"It's a nice day outside, isn't it?" Cecil sipped on his tea, his short White hair waved in the cool breeze.
"I agree, I haven't been able to relax for ages," his eyes reflected the sun's rays, "the fact that me and my father are similar is just revolting, he is a man I cannot become..."
"May I ask why you wanted them?"
"It's because someone has "them"" he swirled his cup around, "I don't understand, it's by genes or the surgery. But how? Father is the only one who did surgery... But all the charts say he assassinated every one of his victims on his list... WHY?" He slammed his fist on the wooden table, making it collapse.
"Oh I see," He said swirling it around as well, "I know you're going for greed but the only way to get it is-" he whispered.
"Yes I know, it would be unlikely for them to get greed as they're dictators. It's not possible, the only way to achieve it is to do the opposite. That's why I cannot be with- Nevermind. If they have found it, it's probably fake as it's not hard to make a coin have fake blood on it. Trust me, I've tried forcing blood."

Becca grimaced. WHERE WAS HE?! He always showed up at the worst times, but nooooo. When she needed him, he was gone. Becca raided almost every house in the village, before barging into the garden of a mansion. And there he was. Becca grabbed her sword, choked down the lump in her throat, and swung it at his head.

"You know, after what you've been through... I want to help!" He sakd suddenly out of the blue.
"But how? I don't want you to get hurt... You're fragile no offence."
"Come live with me!" He ignored Wick, "It must be tough living in trees and dusty hotels, so come!" He insisted. Wickz paused. This might be good.. The kindness he always wanted, a nice house and a non-abusive carer. The things Wickz wanted. But he couldn't, how could he? Putting him in danger, he could never do that.
"No, I can't im sorry," he said without hesitation, "I-I don't want you to get involved and get hurt..." His voice faded away," I'm sorry," he turned around and shouted, "I really would! But I could never forgive myself!"