Cassandra
Lucifer's words cut into her like a knife. Not that she was hurt by them, but just because no one had ever dared to talk to her like that. Cass remained standing, rigid in a casual pose. Her breathing was slow yet her heart was thudding fast thanks to unused adrenaline. Her cold, untrusting eyes followed the male as he strolled forward behind her. She didn't breathe as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "But a classic, vintage one. One I find delectable.." No one had ever stood that close to her, and she resisted the urge to stick a knife in his eye. She found it hard to catch onto his words, but managed to understand what he was saying. The biggest thing that shocked her is that she didn't know what his next move would be. She had spent her life analysing people, knowing every thought that would be in their head. But for Lucifer... It was just a blank space.
"Lucifer!" Cassandra rolled her eyes, beginning to twirl the knife around her fingers once more as the conversation was interrupted. She memorised the place he described, letting his words echo in her head as he turned and left. "Predictable..." She muttered, ignoring the fact that the two figures now had their gun pointed at her. "I'm not predictable." She spat out, beginning to make her way toward the couple, her eyes focused on the knife in her hand. Once she was close enough to hear their ragged breathing, she finally looked up. "Do you think I'm predictable?" Just as the words came out of her mouth, a shot rang out, loud enough to hurt Cass' ears. A bullet-sized hole appeared just left of her head and she stared at it for a second. Slowly, a cold smile spread across her lips as she turned back to the figures, tutting as if she was their mother. "Naughty."
In the space of a few seconds, Cassandra crouched down and swiped her leg beneath the closest person, causing them to fall back. Their head hit the concrete with a satisfying crack, allowing Cass just enough time to drag her blade over the other figure's throat. They stood for a second, clutching the deep wound running across their throat, before falling forwards next to the first fallen figure. Letting out a deep sigh and pushing her hair back, Cassandra stood up straight, kicking aside the corpse as she made her way to exit the alley. Glancing at her watch, her pace quickened.
Time to get ready.