A/N: Hello! After a recent holiday in the gorgeous Dubrovnik (hence delays in updating my other stories) I was inspired to write a little something. This first chapter is just setting things up but there will be some Ros in the next chapter!

It was a little past 11pm and the evening was still buzzing with life. People roamed the long street clasping ice-creams or chattered and munched in restaurants or sat on some of the many stone steps that provided a convenient seat. Crowds were good at providing anonymity for what he was about to do.

He hadn't brought in a weapon – the entrance to the Old Town still had guards stationed outside, mainly as a tourist attraction but it still made him uncomfortable. He'd have to be a bit more inventive.

It was easy enough to locate the man himself, surrounded by the tallest and most tanned girls and the heaviest stench of alcohol. Once glance in his direction made his fists clench but he couldn't act yet.

A wine glass was the perfect choice. He smoothly slipped one into his hands whilst passing a little restaurant and followed the man. He was approaching a bar, which would provide enough noise and darkness for this.

The music was thumping now, laughter ringing, and that was when he chose to smash the rim of the glass against the wall, leaving behind some deadly sharp shards attached to the stem growing warm in his hand.

One hand clamped down on the shoulder. One swift motion with the glass, bringing it into contact with the man's back. The hand moved from the shoulder to his mouth to quieten the screams.

He threw the bloodied glass against the wall, watching it shatter into tiny fragments that glinted in the light of the moon. He listened to the choking last breaths of the man strewn in front of him. And then, casually wiping a smear of blood onto the leg of his jeans, he wove effortlessly and untraceably back into the crowds.