She had largely ignored Kijani's comments when she first spoke of valuable antiques, it was as if it was the rambling of an adult trying to tell her to not have fun and follow the norms. Warden was different in that sense. She always wanted to be a child-- And with her mysterious infection she was able to do so. Practically immortal. She would remain at that size. Age would not kill her, unless there was truly a thing stuck through her heart and she dies then. The face of a terrified child had won her many getaways from a fatal outcome and she also uses it to her own advantage. The moment they began to trust her, she would ask requests and if need be, kill them when its required.
Her first count of genocide... She remembered a prideful young african-american who took her in as her own daughter. During the apartheid years of Africa, she witnessed her father being poorly treated just like dirt. Everyday he would tell her the painful moments where he was despised and discriminated against, how he hated the white people with a passion. Even though Warden was a white person, she offered him a favour. "Do you want to make them go 'poof', daddy?" She remembered. His exact response was;
"Wouldn't it be nice." From that moment forth, Warden disappeared from the home. After several days of her disappearance, the news began to widely-spread information about a series of murders and slaughtering aimed particularly towards the white superiority in Africa. They also reported pitch-black metal alloys being stuck directly through their chests or head along the tracks. A week later, an entire village was wiped of white-skinned individuals. Even women and children became targets of the murders. The army escalates this issue to attempted genocide and quickly set surveillance cameras around the country and caught glimpses of a small, cloaked child behind a trail of dead white people. Her stepfather connected the dots after the picture's release.
When she finally did return, there was only a look of terror and disgust in the father's eyes. He felt threatened and scared-- If the people knew that he was holding her in he would definitely be executed for the same crimes that Warden had committed. So he pretended... Until one day he brought her in to the police. When she saw the office of the police, she looked at her father's eyes filled with frustration. Her emotions were so strong that a stream of her alloy formed a sharp blade and struck through his throat as she escaped from the vehicle, disappearing from the face of Africa and the genocide crimes left unsolved.
She sighed angrily. It was a bad turn of events but she couldn't careless anymore. That was many many years ago and it had no weight on her. She had gone through a lot of books that were now piles of shredded paper before she took the final one and began ripping-- Until she saw a slipped, slightly-torned up letter obvious enough for somebody to pick up and realise it was a hidden message. But, when she picked it off the shelf, everything looked like normal. She took the letter and ripped the rest of the book, before making herself some paper snow and took the letter by her sleeves and read them. "Aunt Jani~! Somebody's been a naughty boy!" She waved the paper towards her and held it up.
The letter read;
"The mission remains successful. Nobody had realised that Rob had corrupted the AI's core. It also seems like the AI didn't pick up on the change. That means the entire operation would proceed smoothly according to plan... Let's cross our fingers, and hope that nobody finds out. Otherwise, we've lost our chances at getting out of this alive. Boss's got some good money on the cargo..."