Elegance. Beauty. Grace.

Three words to describe him.

Standing on that stage, with that white skirt fanning out around him, he reminded me of an angel.

Truly a pity I'd have to stain that crisp outfit with crimson before the night was over.

I checked my knives once more and pushed off the railing.

As a child, I had always dreamed of seeing a performance like this one. I had always had an appreciation for storytelling, even without words. Which was probably why I had this taut thread in my chest, making it hard to breathe, or move without tears coming to my eyes.

That voice like paradise hit my ears again, singing about a field of daises and a woman waiting for her lover.

I turned away and tucked my knife back into my suit. Then I pulled my mask over my face.

The rafters would give me a great view.

Backstage was also a good option.

I decided on rafters. It would be easier to make an escape.

I scaled the wall and made it to the rafter farthest from the stage. I needed to aim for the middle.

Zephyr held a long high note, piercing my eardrums. I hopped to the next rafter. One more and I'd be in the perfect position.

Zephyr spun, skirt flailing again.

I jumped again. I pulled my knife out and raised my arm.

One more job.