The truth hurts, the way that no lie can, and so she used truth as a weapon polished sharp and gleaming. She worked with liars and cheats, swayers and persuaders, and they all thought she was more ruthless, more vicious than they. It was true. She had a network of truthfinders, though others might call them detectives or snoops or informers. She had a database of the truth, though others might call it blackmail material. One of her long-standing dreams was of the day she would die. Oh, she didn't know the specifics of her death, nothing like that, but she knew what would happen once she was reported dead. People would laugh and cry, thinking themselves freed of the truth, and then--then her database would unfold like a flower--


Inspiration: "The Truth" - Handsome Boy Modeling School
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: A pretty conceit, to switch the blackmail viewpoint like this, but needs higher or more personal stakes, not to mention a threat from the outside.