Kira walked toward the Hyperion in her usual punk-inspired attire, choosing a black tank to go along with her boots, and a yellow and black plaid skirt. No more wearing red, unless this red was around her eyes, from tears and lack of sleep. She had stakes, as per usual, rings with crosses on her fingers, knives strapped beneath her skirt. Needless to say, she was ready to kill something. She wanted to kill something.