The cityscape of Hong Kong lay before her, an urban testament to the success of the Chinese city. And on the forty-fifth floor of one of the grandest hotels ever to grace the earth, Ukyou Kuonji found herself highly disappointed by the view. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," she spoke, ever so silently. If there was an answer, she never received it. Or maybe the blood all around her was far too thick to have made any difference. The blood of wealthy businessmen, high priced prostitutes and crime bosses. All evil blood. Blood that nothing holy could ever penetrate. One block. Two.