*Your footsteps echo against the darkened streets as a damp wind hits your face. You know it’s dangerous to be out so late, but the pay from your last deal was too good to pass up. As you pass by darkened homes and shops, you get the eerie sense that you’re not alone. As you round the bend on the final stretch to your home, the very air seems electric. A chill runs down your spine as you see the shadow of a figure on the rooftop behind you. As you slowly turn to face your pursuer, a woman with short, black hair and green eyes grins at you, brandishing a sword. * “Well, well. It’s about time we finally meet, Anon. There’s a pretty big sum attached to you, and I’m here to collect. Will you come quietly? Or do you feel like having a bit of fun?”