The room was poorly lit, a single candle on top of an old oak table. The walls were bare, cold, and grey, and the ceiling appeared to be caving in. There was no glass window to keep out the cold. Instead there was just a frame. The door was hanging off it's hinges and creaked with every gust of wind. A filthy mattress lay on the opposite side of the room in the corner. A single blanket lay on it. A thin blanket, tattered, and torn. No pillow. A cabinet stood at it's side with a missing drawer. The other two were crooked and didn't go in all the way.
A figure sat in the least broken of the three chairs at the end of the table farthest from the door, drumming her fingers impatiently on the table. She didn't need a clock to know that her client was late, very late. She wanted more than anything to leave, but se couldn't. She needed the money. A sigh escaped her lips. It left it's mark in the freezing air, then disappeared. She stopped drumming her fingers. Someone was outside the door.
"You're late." She said coldy as she walked up to the door. She pulled it open and it fell of it's hinges. The stranger made a startled jump.
"My apologies. I had some trouble finding this place." He said after regaining his composure. She moved out of his way to let him in and motioned for him to sit down. The poor lighting kept both their faces hidden.
"I don't have all night so get to the point." She crossed her arms, standing at the opposite end of the table. "What is it you want?"
"I need someone assassinated." He slid a file across the table. She picked it up. "This is everything I could find on him."
She opened the file and looked inside. "You realize this won't be cheap.."
The man smiled. "I know. But I'm starting to question wether or not you're the right person for the job." He looked around the room, then at her questioning expression. He could see well in the dark. "What kind of an assassin invites strangers to their home? An amateur wouldn't even make that mistake." His smile transformed into a smirk.
Her eyes narrowed. "This is no longer my home." She walked over to the cabinet and pulled open the top drawer. She slid in the file and closed the drawer as far as it would go, then headed back to the table. The man raised an eyebrow. "No further questions. Have you made up your mind? Because I'm still debating wether or not to let you live."
The man's smirk was still plastered to his face. He stood up and reached into the pocket of his trench coat, raising the girl's suspicion for just a moment. He withdrew his hand and tossed her a bag, which she caught in mid-air. It was small, but bulging. She pulled at the strings to open it and looked inside. Rare jewels from the demon plane from all shapes and sizes gleamed in the faint light. "That's half your reward upfront." He turned and headed towards the door. He stopped in it's frame and added. "If you succeed you will receive the rest of the payment. If you fail..." He had a devious look in his eye. He chuckled and left without another word.
Having a case, she now needed to figure out how to dispose of her target. She walked back to the drawer and pulled out the file. "The plan will have to be absolutely flawless to work. And even then it will be difficult." She muttered. She picked up a bag from behind the drawers and put in the file and the few little things that remained in the shack: three daggers, a small vile, and two dice. She left the room without a second glance. A plan had already formed in her mind, it was a classic.