There was an odd cloaked visitor came to Riften in the middle of the night. It only took a few coins and a few smooth words to convince the guards at the gate to let her in, and offer her shelter. After all, most the Riften guards knew the kind matron Senra often travelled the dirt paths to Riften to frequent the Honorhall orphanage, volunteering to look after the children out of the charitable goodness of her heart. The kids would always cheer whenever she would arrive.
"You're really back!" The orphans stared at her with awe and fear. It was amazing whenever they would perform the Black Sacrament, the prayers would be answered.
"Hurry up." Senra replied flatly, regarding them with sharp glowing eyes from her hooded black cloak. She didn't want to be seen here at 1 AM when the real matron of the orphanage would come back from her walk.
Runa smiled, the only orphan not afraid of the poisonous and sickening aura that was emitted from the shadowy figure. "Sister, it's one of the thieves here. I think they might be from the guild. They steal from us and we have so little! You must make them pay with their blood." Runa looked up hopefully at the tall assassin, trying to discern her reaction when she handed over the paper contract with the thief's name. The old worn black cloak and dull faded and nondescript appearance was in stark contrast to when they first met.
That fated night, the Dark Brotherhood assassin arrived in a full set of ceremonial Shrouded Armor. With the splashes of red that draped her body, the blood and leather that clung to her frame, she was proud and unshakable. The outfit was revealing yet no part of her was vulnerable. Runa was staring at the assassin's back. It didn't matter that the long cape was tattered and black. Not when the assassin stood in a protective stance in front of the children, and quickly removed their abuser from this plane, severing their head with a ghostly blade. Her long red hair fell down her strong shoulders and arms, to her waist, contrasting the striking symbol of the Black Hand.
According to all the children in the Honorhall Orphanage, Riften had a real live superhero. Runa only wish she could see this hit being carried out, and the thief brought to justice, watching Senra pocket the note and start to walk away. Not wanting to see her hero and role model leave with such a defeated and uncertain way, Runa spoke up.
"I don't feel like an orphan, with a Mother watching over me." She said cheerily.
"Is that so?"The assassin put her hand down on the little girl's head, with a slight grin. "Praise Sithis." Senra whispered, and started to laugh in amusement as she walked into the dark night.