Sisterhood of the Night

The Tenement Block was crumbling, dilapidated, but... it was home. Konstanze Curze walked through her encampment, watching as her Night Sisters trained in her deadly arts. They were waging a war against the underworld itself, and the Night Huntress may as well be a goddess of death as far as the criminals of the hive were concerned.

She liked it that way, preferred it that way. It wasn't enough for them to fear her, however. She was only one woman, she couldn't be everywhere... it's why she offered everyone of those women she saved... she offered to help them, to teach if they would learn.

The Night Sisters they started to call themselves. Stealthy assassins that struck at the heart of the most vicious gangs and mobs, that took them down with efficiency and lethality. If you cut off the head, the body dies.

She found her way to her perch, to over look all she commanded.

She was Konstanze Curze. She was the Night Huntress. She was the Nostroman Goddess of Death.

And it felt good.