How much do you like your face?

[Scarlet "Nox" Blackwell]

This was the part of the job that Scarlet both hated and loved. She hated that people forced her to do it but loved the rush it provided her. That is why she had a scrawny boy up against a wall in a darkened alley not far away from the 'Dick and Pickle'. He was blubbering about being unable to pay at the moment before Scarlet sharply punched the boy's nose, resulting in a sharp crack and a spray of dark liquid which spattered her face. The boy was silent and whimpered as Scarlet gripped his collar "Now...can you tell me why I'm hitting you? Or do we need another wake up call" She raised her fist and the boy whimpered again, waving his hands and stammering "Ye-Ye-Yes, Nox. I-I-I-I-I-I di-didn't pay you...and you now are going to uhmmm..." Another crack ricocheted in the alley and Scarlet cleared her throat "I'm not going to do anything yet...I just want to send a message. I mean if I don't reprimand you than everyone will try not paying me as there wouldn't be any repercussions, you do understand me don't you?" The boy nodded vigorously, Scarlet nodded as well "And I think we need to something that marks this punishment don't we?" This time the nod was more timid.

"Good, now...what should that be? How about a proper mark?" She slowly slid out her dagger and admired it, with the boy now struggling. Scarlet pull the boy closer before smacking him against the wall, pressing the cold steel against his cheek. The dagger dug and drew a sliver of blood.