Lilith hears the blade a millisecond before she feels the sharp tip of it pressed against her lower back and she knows she has lost again. She closes her eyes and swallows hard, trying to keep the first feelings of panic at bay,  before raising her hands and holding them palm up in a classic, 'I surrender' gesture. The assassin snarls out threats, punctuating the warning with a twist of his blade and adding just a shade more pressure to show he means business. Lilith flinches at the sensation and tries her best not to shiver against the chilly night air.

"Yes, alright," she tells him, lowering her head and giving him a curt nod, still not able to see him from where he is behind her. "I understand," Lilith finishes, letting her hands drop and taking the first tentative step forward. She half expects the blow to come now but it never does, so she takes another step forward, leading them back to the main street. The pale girl turns toward the old textile warehouse, her arms crossed over her chest and chin tucked down to try and fight away the cold. They only pass one person on their tense journey and the man is too preoccupied with running towards her burning house to even give her a second glance.

Soon they've arrived and brick road has turned into a dirt one, so Lilith flexes her feet against it uneasily, small pebbles digging into the cut on the sole of her foot. The buzzing feeling of dread is back and she bites her lip to stop herself from whimpering, kicking herself for letting herself be led to her doom, like a lamb for slaughter. "Now what?" She asks the black figure, still unable to see him.