[i]"Bitch, nobody got a clue what you're saying!"[/i] The voice was young; it was the voice of Vio, the figure that approached. 5'5" in height, with a pale skin complexion and deep, violet eyes that matched her boyish, purple hair. She wore a simple, black jacket, along with black sweatpants and sneakers; they were all soaked from the rain, but Vio seemed to not care. And on her back was a chainsaw, its blade three feet in length, its spikes sharp as hell. [i]"Anyways, what the hell're you gonna with those useless legs? If you say rаpe, I'm cutting them off, right here and right now."[/i]