Prologue
Cigarette smoke clung to the cold air. A solitary person stood in the small dank alleyway. More smoke wafted into the air as the person exhaled. The pungent smell of death mixed with cigarette smoke filtered any and all clean air. Kneeling down slender fingers riffled through the dead man's pocket.
Wallets were taken and emptied before tossed to a side. The cigarette dangled precariously from two full lips as the woman found what she was looking for. Hidden under a black suit jack and white blouse and could only be seen by a person who knew what they were looking for. Small, so small and exactly where the heart was located, a small almost invisible needle hole.
The cigarette snapped in half and the scowl that marred the woman's face made it look furious, animalistic and inhumane. Re-composing herself the woman popped another cigarette into her mouth. It lit almost instantly and the woman breathed out the smoke which curled and clung to her figure.
"Principessa" she whispered almost silently to herself sighing in discontent.
They were back whoever they were and they were causing unrest in the mafia world. It however was only a matter of time until the Vongola stepped in to investigate. That was why Ren had to go to Italy, not that the younger 20 year-old minded, now she had an excuse to be near her precious XanXus and 'stalk' monitor him. The woman clicked her tongue at the thought of her younger 'sister' and her unhealthy obsession – for a lack of a better word- of the Varia leader.
Standing the woman turned and stared at the moon. Allowing its light to illuminate her features.
"Principessa. Mi displace"
With that the woman took her gaze from the moon and walked down the alleyway disappearing, as though she ceased to exist. Like a shadow in this godforsaken world.