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Prologue
It was a crisp summer evening in Diagon Alley. The streets crooked cobblestones leaving twisted shadows that tore across the light that shone dimly from shop windows as owners closed up for the night. The lamp lights sputtered and died as the wind picked up- leaving think smokey trails to reach up to the night roofs where something was waiting.
A dark sillouette hung over the "Magical Menagerie" where the grumpy shopkeeper swept up dust, oblivious to the looming danger that was almost directly over his head. After a couple minutes of grumbling and mumbling- the old man entered the shop for a final time as the lock gave a loud and rusted click.
Wasting almost no time at all- there was the softest rustle as the figure dropped to the ground. Standing up and walking forward with a nonchalance that can only be achieved by practice, the ominous character moved onward. The small lights that danced inside the different stores lining Diagon Alley were lightly and painlessly snuffed out as the form continued on the seemingly meaningless journey.
But all at once, there was a commotion and another shape was quickly darting across the street. Snapping to attention, the dark shape moved with a swiftness that could not have been reached within the confines of human speed. Within seconds, the character was moving from shadow to shadow, following the other shape with a deadly precision.
Then, without warning, there was a sliding of a ninjaken and the aura of mystery was broken by a slash and a thump as the second form seemed to merely trip and stumble upon the ground. There was a sickening crunch as something in the man's pockets was crushed underneath his body weight effortlessly. The standing silhouette took a quick glance at the ninjaken in their hands- examining briefly and with detachment the streak of red that ran across the flat blade.
Without an expression once crossing the assassin's face, they quickly bent down and wiped the life fluid on the dark cloak of the fallen man. Sheathing their ninjaken on their back, the figure took one last look of the shape which was slowly being consumed by a pool of blood and jumped up to the roofs to disappear into the night.