The hour was chosen for the expected best result - most will be asleep at 2am. Plenty of casualties.

Schuldig looks into the sky: stars are dimmed by a thick fog of artificial lighting surrounding the city. Shame. He loves pretty shiny things. Well, this will be beautiful too.

Flames lick the windows of the residential building. Soon it turnes into an inferno - people screaming, cracking of the windows, floors collapsing. Schuldig stares at the fire, swirling his green strands.

Sparkles of regret gradually turn into a firm decision.

He really should go back to his previous hair colour.

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