The Black Silence crept up on her target, the special gloves that incased her hands muting the sound of her brisk footsteps against the gravel as she twirled her axe in her hand. A small smile was on Angelica’s face, white hair trailing down her face as her blue eyes widened slightly. Her target looked rather… regular, this time, but she wouldn’t complain. She was a Fixer, after all. She just got ready to swing…