Under the shadow of night she hid and with a single blade she bid the victim farewell.
The woman squirmed in her grasp and held eyes filled with terror.
The victim knew that her hour had come.
Ashtari had struck for the first time in Bree.
A kill had been made she was quite creative with her victims as well.
This one was indeed her favorite kill she had made yet.
Her blade had entered the woman's flesh slowly.
Her favored dagger had carved into the woman's stomach.
Every flake of skin that had protected the digestive sack had been hewn off.
She carved the letter of her first name into the woman's cheek after she had died.
"Such a pretty work of art." She chuckled at her own words.
"Now to leave this one to rot and celebrate my victory."
She had looked down at the body and did not hide it.
For the victim could make no screams before she met her doom.
No attention was drawn and luck had been on her path as it had been a quiet night.
Not a soul was stirring.
A new killer was in town.
Havoc begun.
