Cassandra
The soft clicking sounds of high-heeled boots against a stone floor grew in volume, bouncing off of the parallel walls. A slender being, merely a shadow blending into the darkness of the alley, was walking with effortless confidence despite the fact that she wore a leather belt holding many sharpened throwing knives. The deafening silence was very abruptly interrupted with a shrill tune that could only belong to an out-dated cell phone. The young woman continued her journey through the alley, pulling out her phone with an exaggerated rolling of the eyes. "Speak." The one word, so sharp and clear, would send chills down any normal person's spine. The muffled, incomprehensible voice of the stranger on the other side of the line was clearly rushed, causing a sly smirk to appear on the woman's face. "Done. He will be brought to you as soon as possible." A sweeter, less threatening voice escaped the same woman's lips. A short beep could be heard as fhe female ended the call and dropped the phone on the ground without a second glance.
Case didn't exactly know where she was going. She had received yet another anonymous phone call earlier in the day telling her to meet with someone just outside of 'The Pitt'. It was dangerous, yes, but she could manage quite easily alone during the Purge, never mind in broad daylight where anyone could see her. She did have suspicions on why she was here, but they didn't fase her in the slightest. The only thing she was worried about was Lucifer. There was not one person that lived in the Town that hasn't heard of him. Being notorious for killing without hesitation outside of Purge hours, leaving people to starve to death or kill themselves, driven by insanity. Anyone would be lucky to be shot in the head if they ever met him. The young woman placed an unshaking hand on one of her knives as her steady pace slowed to a halt outside of the burnt aviary. She didn't dare sit down on one of the available ledges, so leaned casually against the nearest wall.
It was easy to miss Cassandra. Her clothes were particularly unnoticeable, all black leather, hugging tightly to her skin and threateningly tall heeled shoes that would take years to learn to walk in, never mind fight. Her hair was left tumbling down her back, stopping just below her ribs. She would tie it up later. Her throwing knives, all painted black, were hung neatly on her belt, hidden from view with the large black coat she wore that reached down to her knees.
NOTE: Feel free to be the anonymous person she is meeting if you would like, if not I will just make the person an NPC.