Gemotions

The vibrant colors of her mural, splashed across a city wall, now marred someone's lower back. A crude, distorted copy. She felt a familiar hollowness, a void growing inside. A chilling resolve set in.

She found the person who commissioned it. A man who prided himself on his connections. She sent him a series of anonymous messages. The first, a simple question. The second, a warning. The third, a threat.

She watched, waited, and enjoyed the anticipation. She would not stop until he regretted the day he was born.