"Top story tonight is an attack by a monstrous creature at the grand opening of the Vince Guaraldi Music Hall. The only injuries being reported are ones caused when the attending crowd panicked. Police and eye-witnesses report a swordswoman severed the creature's arm..."
    The woman watched the news, face lit by the LED light of the TV, dark hair looking like an inky void against the dimly lit background of the sanctum lab. She flips a blackened iron coin the size of a silver dollar as she contemplates. "Nobody mauled, huh? Guess the next ones need more aggression. And less appreciation for music." She catches the coin, intoning. "Vult oblivio."