Rose Hunter
Yuki was used to the dark; he had spent most of his life in it. As an assassin for hire the dark had always served as a trusty ally, it provided great camouflage and protection, hiding him from view of the rest of the world.
He stood in a pitch black alley; eyes closed listening for the tell-tale sign of approach. It did not take long to hear the patter of feet drawing ever closer. It was time for him to begin the hunt. From his hiding spot in the alley he watched as a well dressed man, probably in his 30s, walked by. His steps were clumsy and slow. Clearly he had been drinking, but that only made the job easier.
From the insi