Elektra disliked the holidays; they were filled with everything she didn't have and probably never would. There was family and friends, presents, singing, charity, and love. The assassin made up her mind that she would never have any of that. Her brother slaughtered her mother and her father died at the hands of kidnappers. She was born premature and almost abandoned because her mother had been cheating on her father. It was all a bunch of drama that the raven hared woman didn't like to think about. Perhaps it was the reason she was jaded? A psychologist would have a field day with her; if Elektra didn't stick a sai in her first.
Her normal attire of leather was hidden beneath the thick material trench coat; the tie synched around her slender waist. Her sai brushed her thighs lightly coolness seeping through her skin. Why was she out here? An assassination attempt that failed sent her reeling from her hotel in a attempt to find comfort in the faceless streets of New York. Why did she keep sparing them? It was hard to place the reason other than a certain businessman that she had ran into at a casino. Since then, she remembered things and the more she remembered, the less she was inclined to kill.