The Man in the black mask seemed to freeze and then move in slow motion, his eyes wide behind the mask as they pass over the mark on the girl's arm. He takes a step back, the graceful ease of his movements seemingly depleted. Keeping the daggers raises, he lets his eyes pass over her face slowly, his heart pounding in his chest, fighting against his ribcage for freedom, struggling to escape from the confusion inside his mind. '[i]It's her...[/i]'

[b][i]The girl's father has displeased our client, Samael... Kill her to teach him a lesson.[/i][/b]

Israfil's voice still echoed around his head, it almost felt as if he were briefing Sam now, not four days ago in some dark corner of a tavern. But right now, Samael could not bring himself to make the decision. This girl was a stranger, someone he had never met before, just like all the others that Issy had asked him to kill, and yet, she wasn't a stranger, in reality. '[i]You can't...[/i]'

[b][i]A contract is a contract...[/i][/b]

"No..." Sam blinks after the word passes through his lips, as though he weren't expecting himself to speak. The word had come naturally, not through his whispered hiss, used to disguise his voice. His eyes quickly recover and dart side to side, surveying the room again quickly. "No." He repeats, this time sounding a little more sure of himself. "You cannot die... Not tonight..." His voice is lowered again, not a hissed whisper, but not spoken properly.