She stood over looking the city below, the wind gently tossing her red hair like dancing flames. After decades of searching, her sources finally lead her here. Unlike before however, this time she could feel it. He was close and thus time she would exact her revenge. He would pay for everything he had stolen from her.
Suddenly she moved, darting across the rooftop to leap to the next. Her movements were silent, keeping to the shadows as she hunted down her prey. So far he hadn't caught onto her presence. They were vermin, a scourge to humanity. And thus, so was she. Her deep emerald eyes narrowed, following his movements through the alleyway. He was nearing a popular underground club. She'd have to corner him before he got too close, where they could be seen.
She moved onto the lower building, following more closely. She sank down to a crouch, like a panther preparing herself before the leap. She landed in front of him suddenly, catching him off guard before she slammed him back into the wall, her hand at his throat. "W-what... who are you. W-what do you w-want!?" He croaked out. Just looking at him, she could tell he was a scumbag, the lowest of the low. Her normally pallid face twisted into a disgusted frown. "House of Descoteaux... You've heard of it?" She asked.
"A-ah, yes, but I don't know anything." He grumbled, struggling a bit more. Her nails started to dig into his flesh, drawing a bit of blood. "Where are they located?" She asked, tilting her head. He seemed to be reluctant to answer until she pulled a large dagger from her hip, flashing it before his eyes before she put the tip to his chest. "Tell me what you know... before I cut your unbeating heart out where you stand." His eyes widened. It was obvious he was a coward... "U-upper east side. N-near the shore. O-or so I've heard... I-I don't know much else." He gasped out, not knowing who or what this woman was, but praying she'd release him.