The assassin stood motionless, studying the figure before him, his crimson locks partially veiling his visage, a smirk of disdain adorned his lips, though his smile appeared inviting to the untrained eye, the vacancy in his emerald gaze betrayed its true nature, and if glances held lethal power, you'd find yourself lifeless on the ground,

"Hmm...?" he murmured to himself as he maneuvered through the building,steps silent as the grave, not even the faintest echo of his own heartbeat audible.