Kiori's plan worked almost too well. It was only a matter of seconds before he heard the telling creak in the wood that revealed Rylee's location. He wouldn't make such a mistake. Many people fled into rickety old buildings, thinking they would be able to at least hear assassins coming, but the assassins were taught some basics on how building were constructed. Kiori knew where the main beams were in the floor and roof, meaning he knew where to step if he wanted the floor to remain silent. With footsteps as silent as a cat's he crept over to the staircase. He gently placed his foot on one step after the other, the beating of his heart the loudest sound his body was making. He slithered through the hall, and finally arrived in front of the room Rylee was hiding in. He hadn't drawn any weapons yet, which was unlike him; the split second it took to draw a sword in combat was wasted time, even if his opponent was just a constable. 

Without any further hesitation, Kiori pushed open the door. There was no need for stealth at this point; once he saw his target, there would be no escape. With a brief scan of the room he saw her standing there, terrified, but it was unmistakably her, the Rylee Jamison he remembered. Of course she was grown now, but her face was fundamentally the same. His hand hovered over the hilt of his longsword, but he didn't draw. Why couldn't he draw? She should have been dead already, and Kiori should have been on his way back to the guild, but he simply stood there, frozen just as she was. Then, a thought entered his mind that should never trouble any assassin: [i]I wonder if she remembers me...[/i]

Kiori's body relaxed and his hand moved away from his sword. This was the first time a target ever saw an assassin with his guard down. He let out a sigh and shook his head. "Hello Rye, long time no see."