Author: Cynthia Taz
Willow stared down at the small islands below her as the private plane prepared to land on the Liberty City airport. It had been so long since she had set foot on this soil, but nothing seemed to have changed: the city was still filled with crimes, blood, and violence.
It was not the life Willow had wanted. During her short childhood, the redhead had always dreamed of going away to study in college, and more importantly, to take her mother far away from this hell-hole.
But her dream was cut short when her father, a corrupted, drug-addict lawyer who was working for the Mafia gang, got himself killed. Those who her father had once loyal to did not only betrayed and murdered him, but they also went after Willow and her mother: delivering 23 bullet holes into her mother's fragile body on the day of Willow's 18th birthday.
Willow, also seriously wounded at the time, fell into the water along with her mother's body from the Callahan Bridge. What those Mafia did not know was that the redhead was saved by a woman an hour later - Asuka Kasen, the third in command of Yakuza Crime Organization in the State at the time.
Since then, nothing mattered to Willow except for two: revenge for her mother's death, and to serve Asuka. Asuka did not only become her boss and friend, but more importantly, her lover. Nothing Asuka asked was too much, that as long as it was what she wished, Willow would gladly give her... well, almost everything. The six years Asuka and Willow were together Asuka had not been faithful, and it was the one thing that Willow could not stand, no matter how she tried. At the end, Willow left, serving Asuka's father in Tokyo as Asuka's companion, while Asuka traveled between Tokyo and Liberty City... between Willow and her other lovers. It was four years ago.
Willow looked up at the pilot before turning towards the window, finally noticed that the plane had landed for some time. Slowly, she stood, smoothing the all black kimono, and matched towards the exit.
Willow Danielle Kasen stepped onto the cement of the airport runway, and couldn't help but flinch at the invisible blood beneath her feet.