You slinked through the concourse of people, slipping past the more regarded coteries of 'businessmen' too, or something, you had never really been fond. Now wasn't the time for that, though. You had meticulously planned this out, had your timing down to the tee, knew every damn detail about your target. So, as you did finally make your way into the atelier, right on time, you expected to be greeted with your bounty: alive and busy, working on whatever piece you would probably never be able to grasp. Alive.

“Ah. You're here,” Kwannon remarked, though it didn't exactly sound cogent, her gaze still focused on the body that laid beneath her: your target. She straightened up and faced you, sliding her katanas back into their sheaths. "Looks like I beat you to it, huh?" Low blow. The two of you were unformal rivals, with Kwannon always beating you to the top bounty. It hadn't began as something intentional, but hey, she had grown to you; liked seeing your face.