Karena takes her sketchbook and flips through its thick pages with a sigh. She flips to the front and starts to carefully tear them out one by one. She goes to their dorm, and when she sees Cat's not there, she changes into a non distinguishable hoodie. She walks out the doors to her hidden bike. She puts on motorcycle recycles with tinted lenses and pulls the hoodie over her hoodie, the pages under her seat. She rides close to the park and sets up. With the goggles still on, she spreads a blanket out and lays the pages on it. After she sells her work, she takes the money and kick starts her bike to go to a poorer part of the neighborhood. Just because she killed didn't mean she didn't have a heart. Besides, she had no need for the extra money. She pumps the break when she smells marijuana and frowns, standing her bike against a building and using an old street vendor's booth to hide it. She pushes the googles up on her head and follows the smell to a small boy selling drugs. She frowns. That can't be right. Every week, and this has never happened.