Hello all, sorry for dishing out another story. At this point, I am not satisfied with how chapter two of Sanguine NOISE is coming out, so that might be on hold for a while.

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The only light visible that illuminated the dirt streets of Saint's Vigil were the stars and moon, creating eerie shadows at every corner. All was silent except for Knight's Omen, the inn for weary travelers that traveled between Chorrol and the Imperial City.

The door opened, creating a warm glowing path out from the shadow of the Inn. A shaggy haired man stumbled outside and seemed to have trouble making one foot move in front of the other. He managed to go as far as two cottages away from the Inn before he tripped and fell between them.

He stood up, grumbling obscenities as he spit out dirt and brushed himself off. The drunken man wasn't aware that he was being watched as the shadow behind him sprouted two pale arms. He saw the flash of a silver ring and felt a hand close over his mouth.

"Good night, sweetie," he heard a honeysweet voice say as he felt his neck being pinched and within a minute, he slumped into the arms of the shadow. The shadow dragged the unconscious man farther into the alley and behind the cottage where he would remain for a few hours before he woke.

The being the pale arms belonged to stood for a while more, staring at the man she had rendered helpless. The woman turned and crept towards another cottage, where a guard dog rested peacefully outside. She easily escaped the dreaming dog's senses and sneaked through the unlocked window and into the cottage.

Once inside, she surveyed the room; a rug in the center of the room, a fireplace with dying embers, a table with chairs in the left corner and a dresser in the right, and a bed with a sleeping target next to another window across from the one she just came through. Staying close to the wall, the woman crept silently towards the sleeping man. She drew her dagger, Last Wish, as she stood over the bed.

Closing her eyes, she said a prayer to the Night Mother and she raised the blade. Just as the blade came down, the sleeping man opened his eyes. Before he could scream, his throat was sliced open. The assassin smiled at the man as he coughed up blood and gasped for breath.

"Men are such easy targets," she mused as she pushed her tight braid back over her shoulder as she turned away.