Lilith watches as the door unlocks without a key, which is curious, but she’s got other things to worry about at the moment. Like being led into a creepy old warehouse where she will almost certainly meet her demise at the hands of this black mask assassin. “In,” the stranger commands, his voice hard as he gestures towards the door with his dagger, the blade gleaming angrily in the moonlight. The pale girl doesn’t want to but she has little choice in the matter, so she gives him a brisk nod before crossing the threshold into the building. It’s so dark that Lilith can’t make out much at all and stumbles some as the man shepherds her up the stairs and into what looks like an office from the outside.

When they get there though, it looks more like a mass bedroom, the floor littered with ancient looking mattresses and other decrepit furniture. It reminds her a little of her home back in Semarta, where her and her mother share a mattress in the corner of the livening room. The masked man cuts her musings short when he rights a fallen chair and drags it to the middle of the room, before jerking his knife between her and the chair to signal that he wants her to sit. His movements are sudden and violent, all the grace from earlier in the evening nowhere to be found. [i]’I’ve made him mad,’[/i] Lilith realizes as she walks over to the chair and sits down, the corners of her mouth quirking up a little despite her dire circumstances. [i]’Good. Serves him right for murdering people.’[/i] 

“Why have you brought me all the way out here, Black Mask?” Lilith asks him, frustrated when she realizes that she has been avoiding looking directly at him. It was hard to ignore years of lectures that told her that it was inappropriate for a lady to look directly at a man unless directed, but the redhead forces herself to turn her gaze back towards him. “Why not just kill me back in my room, or in that alleyway?” she asks, her head tilting slightly as genuine curiosity colors her voice.