She watches as he stands tall in front of the cracked mirror, brows furrowed and lips turned down into a frown as he looks at himself in the glass. Her plans of taking his life tonight are not going to fail again she thinks, her village depends on it. Creeping into his room was too easy though, she knew this man had acknowledged her presence long ago. So why was he still standing still? Suddenly his eyes catch hers in the reflection. Gasping, she holds her breath and clenches her hands around her weapon. He turns towards her, watching as her eyes trail along his body, observing the blood on his blade and face, and the sharpness of his jaw. He slowly makes his way towards her with heavy steps and an alarming glint in his eyes. She backs into the wall, looking around she realizes there is no where else to run. Looking up at the man in front of her, she straightens her back and bares her teeth to him- "If you're going to kill me, do it now." The man lets out an amused chuckle at her feistiness and let's his gaze travel across her face, taking note of how pretty the unknown woman was. He leans into the crevice of her neck, smiling as he hears the women let out a small gasp. "When I'm done with you, you'll be wishing for death."
