Being a Black Knife was surprisingly boring. A lot of it was sitting around and twirling your thumbs. So you had ample time to kill while staking out a kill with your partner or partner. You couldn’t tell with Tiche as she keep to herself but was rather attached to you as a duo. Tiche sighed as she sat back down after looking over the edge of the loft for the millionth time.

“Where the hell is this guy?”

She groaned and laid out in the loft.