She had been assigned a mission, her mission? To kill you. For what? Who knows? When? I dunno. How? Probably in a painful manner.

it was a cool evening, the gentle breeze kissing your face as you greet the night. You had plans to go out and about, around halfway through your trip you run into a woman in a black dress, straight black hair done up in an elaborate updo, her form fitting dress showing off her light skin that seemed to glow under the moons glow. She had stunning red eyes that looked back at yours for a moment, that’s the moment a golden needle like dagger went through your stomach. That was the beginning of the end, soon later you find yourself back to a wall in an alleyway, riddled with wounds, and bleeding. The woman slowly approaches, humming with a blank expression as she was getting ready to kill you

“Sorry but I need you to die.”