But on this particular day, there was one woman who wasn't invested in the chaos going on around her, and a face that many of those in attendance likely wouldn't recognize - at least not on the chance they didn't follow small obscure deathmatch promotions with incredibly niche audiences, as one does. In this case, a woman with short green hair, ragged clothes, and a look of utter apathy on her face as she sat back against the corner, watching things idly. Viper Hoshiwara hadn't been booked for any matches tonight; in fact, she hadn't even had her debut yet. But she seemed to want to be here. If she wanted her presence to be known, she might have said something - but she hadn't. As far as anyone was concerned, she was here just to be here. Nevertheless, it apparently worked, as everyone thus far had either been too busy or too intimidated by her to approach her, and that was something she was perfectly fine with. She didn't have the time for their bullshit anyway, even if she was doing absolutely nothing right now.
Taking the switchblade out of her pocket, Viper tossed it into the air and caught it on the way down just to amuse herself. So far, so uneventful.
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