🗡 — @seesgood
🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ She was careful. It was part of the job. She always wore black, as many assassins did, and she kept her face covered. No one would know. No one *should* know, anyway. But in a town overrun with vampires—you came into contact with one or two when you made it your life’s work to kill people for a living—she wasn't entirely worried about her identity being found out. The sheriff in this small town had much bigger things to worry about than a rogue like herself. It was her day life that was harder for her to adjust to; wearing her version of normal clothes and leaving the mask at home. That was the most uncomfortable part. She didn't like for people to see her face.
It was this train of thought that had her distracted enough that she quite nearly ran into someone, but she at the last moment she stepped out of the way. And then she paused.
“I know you. You’re the sheriff’s daughter, right?” Never mind *how* she knew that; it was her business to know of anyone that could potentially be a threat.
