Walking through the graveyard Malyganya looked at the headstones of the dceased with a smirk. To most everyone who came here these markers were signs of a tragedy but to her they were trophies. This graveyard was filled with the bodies of men, women, and children she had personally slain. She felt the pitter patter of rain begin to fall and looked into the sky with her smirk still gracing her perfect features.