People gave him wary glances as he passed by them in a narrow alleyway. Knives and pistols were emblazoned on his belt and people would hug the walls to avoid him. You would know they were part of the Cassums, the way they carried themselves. There was a sense of superiority about them that made others crawl back in fear. They couldn't see his face under that hood but little did they know that the cloaked assassin was feeling very uncomfortable under their stares.

He was tall, like most other assassins, but he was also skinnier than most other assassins. He didn't have the scary bulk of muscles the others had, but one could say that he could be very quick and light.

He soon opened a door to a pub. Usually people would go quiet and stare at members of the Cassum whenever they would appear in public places. The Cassum were always blamed for the death of family members. When is a group of people who kill for a job controlling your home, then of course you would be uneasy!

The pub was loud with shouts of drunken people. Men would grab at passing waitresses and burst out laughing at the waitresses' reactions. Surprisingly, no one paid attention to the assassin.

The assasin sighed and sat down at the bar, waiting for a much-anticipated beer when something caught his eye. He snapped out of his daze and looked up to see a flash of green pass him.

A girl in a green dress quickly walked from table to table, holding a tray of mugs on one hand and the other placing the mugs on the table, indicating that she was a waitress. It was clear to the assassin that she was a novice, for he had not seen her before and the girls seem quite clumsy handing the beer mugs to the customers.

He was so entranced by the girl that he didn't even pay heed to the waitress who asked what he wanted.

Someone in the back of the room called for a waitress and the girl in the green dress walked over there.

The assassins followed her with his eyes, which soon widened in surprise.

Melos Nocturne was sitting at the table the girl was walking to. The assassin had almost forgotten his job. All he wanted was to have a refreshing beverage, and lo and behold, it was like God had sent Melos to him on a silver platter. Melos just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time with his maker sitting not too far from him.

Melos was sitting among other men (who were drunk). Cards were littered onto the table. Melos was a notorious gambler; he was known to have uncanny luck when playing cards and had many scars on his face from fights from people learning that fact the hard way. He was also one of the key leaders in a secret group called the Sententia, whose main purpose was to rid Aliquid of the Cassums. Such resistance must be stopped.

The drunken men were throwing all their money onto the table when Setzer motioned for the girl to come closer. She bent down and he whispered something in her ear. The girl widened her eyes and quickly drew back, her face red from blushing. The assassin could see Melos's shoulders go up and down as he chuckled and something twisted inside of him.

Besides being on Latinas gambler, Melos was also nortorious womanizer, sleeping with one woman one day and another the next. The thought that this man even thought about sleeping with this flower (as the assassin thought her as) was enough to make him retch.

Gone was his need for a cold beer. He pushed away the waitress who asked what he wanted as he stood up and walked towards Melos, driven by that old desire to kill.