Standing on top of Sakuras apartment, Meric was cursing at himself. He took every precaution he could, he didn't even bring his best sword in fear that it would be to loud and slow him down. He peared into the room below him and saw the girl sleeping holding her katana at the ready in case of an attack.
Is she always this jumpy? He thought to himself.
There was no point in doing the job that night, he had an entire month left to finish the first part, he just wanted it done now. But, then again he's never been able to back down from a fight. When he was in first grade he fought the strongest bully in 5th grade and won. These odds are slightly better to his favor, he's more skilled better trained and more expeirienced, but then again she has a katana at her hand. He decided and took a moment so as to not be to eager and to be in total control for his mission. He always learned (the hard way when in training in the military) that overeagerness led to disaster.
Meric slipped into the window that she carelessly left opened and unsheathed his knife. Lifting his talons as to not clank on the floor and treading lightly on his feet, he crept over to the bed. When he reached the bed he pointed the knife at her neck and started to slip out the katana from her embracing arms slowly as to not rouse her.