Nyx was on another job. Thank Oum, she had a dust-enhanced long coat with a hood. Gloves, thick black pants, and boots completed the ensemble, all serving to protect her from the elements and in this case, the falling snow. While the black in her outfit served to camouflage her in the dark, it certainly didn't help her this time. Unfortunately for her, she didn't own anything that was in either a shade of black or black. The closest she had came to deviating asides from that was a white trim. She flipped a lien to a vendor as she stopped shortly and grabbed a sandwich. Tearing open the wrapper, she continued walking and soon fell into a meditative state, all while keeping an eye on her surroundings. Someone was soon to come.

Life hadn't been easy for her. It was your everyday typical sob story that you could find dime a dozen on the outskirts of Vale. Village tries setting up with their own force of hunters and huntresses and eventually the Grimm over run it. All attempts of settlement are abandoned for another several years until another group grows enough courage to try again. Humans were very preserving in that way. And she was one of the lucky ones, she got taken in by an old orphanage. And then that orphanage burned down to the ground. Soon after, one of the wards disappeared, but then again who was she to care? She didn't know anyone well there considering she was only there for around a year or so and she had kept to herself, refusing to talk to anyone else unless absolutely necessary. She had more pressing concerns after all, she was out of a home now. So she had to find a job to support herself and naturally, she turned to taking odd jobs around here and there. It paid well enough and she didn't mind having to kill. The only line she drew was at children.

And that's where she found herself now, tailing an old man with a cane who seemed strangely vibrant for his age, strolling along confidently as if he didn't have a care for the world. She glanced at her scroll to confirm that he was the correct target and pulled her hood over her head before wading into the crowd of people her mark had walked into. It was hard to keep track of him, but that was why people hired her, she would take on the hard jobs when no one else would. There was just something about the challenge and thrill behind a life or death experience. It probably didn't help either that she didn't exactly care for her life anymore. It was meaningless after all and once she died, there would be no one to remember her by. Another nameless person forgotten in the haze that was this world she inhabited. Maybe once upon a time she did care, but that was all gone with the innocence of youth. She shook her head, at this rate if she kept on musing, she would lose her target and that nice payoff they offered would be lost.

The mark turned the corner into a small alleyway and she smirked underneath her hood, remarking to herself about how perfect this was. She silently turned the corner, slowly unsheathing one of her swords as to not give herself off to the enemy. As she did, her eyes widened. He was gone?! But, how?! It was a dead end yet there was no white haired man in sight. She quickly scanned the skyline in case he had noticed her and snuck up as that's where marks were most likely to hide and attempt to spring on her if they had noticed her following them. There was nothing.

She headed inward cautiously, it never hurt to still check regardless in case her enemy used either a semblance ability or at the very least a new dust trick, after all one can never expect what would happen next in her line of work. She suppressed a groan. If he had really gotten away and was aware of her this would set her back a few days and cut quite a big amount from her paycheck. Not to mention the loss of reputation. The loss of reputation she could take, but losing part of that paycheck was rough given the absurdly high amount of lien that was offered. Almost as high as Schnee now that she thought about it, but a Schnee was not someone she wanted to go after considering the White Fang was involved and it would be best to avoid them. One never knew what they would do after all. Especially given that half of them seem like religious zealots at this rate.

She sighed after completing her search. She had lost him, at least she thought before she noticed tracks in the snow that weren't her own. In fact, they looked very similar to the old man's...her eyes widened as she spun around quickly only to face the old man's cane at her neck. Well...this was it, she thought to herself, as she closed her eyes and prepared for death. It was obvious she had been outwitted and in her line of work, if you were outwitted, you were dead and she was most certainly dead by the looks of it. She waited, for nothing?

"You know, you could open your eyes, Miss...I'm sorry but I don't quite know your name. So you must pardon me if I simply call you 'Miss' for now." , said the mysterious grayish white-haired man. She opened her eyes only to see him standing with a mug of steaming coffee. Her eyes bulged, when did he get that? He walked up to her, casual as ever and handed her the mug. Too surprised and stunned to do anything, she gawked.

He continued on, "I can assume that you were most likely out to cause me to disappear, correct?" She didn't respond. "No worries, we've known about you for a few days, in fact I had one of my associates place that exact hit. You see, a slight underachiever in an orphanage a few years ago disappeared soon after it was burned down and while we had an eye on your acquaintance, you were rather harder to track down. Imagine to my surprise, she was living nearby all along. My name is Professor Ozpin and I would like to extend an invitation to you. How would you like to attend Beacon to study to become a Huntress?"

"What?" She replied, curtly.

"It would be in your best interest. Everything will be provided for you with an ample allowance and a full pardon for whatever you had done before. After all, Remnant needs it's hunters and huntresses and it seems we are in rather short supply."

"So you would rather 'hire' a contract killer."

"I would rather hire someone who would efficiently kill the Grimm and with your particular skill sets of tracking people down, it would make it easier to eliminate Grimm. After all, you did manage to tail me through many situations."

"And if I refuse?"

"It seems I would have no choice but to turn you into the proper authorities." Nyx cursed lightly under her breath, there was no way out of it. Then again, the offer did have it's benefits and she would no longer have to worry about her next place of quarters or the seemingly high costs of weapon repairs.

"Fine." She snapped out and took the paper he held out.

"I'll see you on the first day. Miss...?"

"Azure. Nyx Azure."