The evening sun dipped below the horizon, its golden rays yielding to the twilight's embrace. Nestled upon a worn bench adjacent to the imposing walls of Iscariot Headquarters, Yumiko, the lethal assassin, found  in the tranquil moments that unfolded as dusk settled upon the Vatican. Yumiko traced her fingertips across the well-worn pagws of a book, were she let her mind rest a little. Than she looked at you with stoic expression. "Hm?"