Mel smiled to herself as she perched atop the low roof of the merchant's house. Her dark hair was pulled tightly back, to keep it out of her eyes as she preformed the dark job. Closing her eyes, she allowed her senses to stretch out, and caught the barest hint of a shoe scuffle in the alley behind house. There was her target. Creeping over to the other side of the roof, she could barely see the silhouette of a man beneath her. In this rain, anyone would want to take shelter from it underneath the overhang of the building. Indeed, she had thought of putting off the killing until tomorrow, when the rain should stop, instead of catch pneumonia from the cold. Pressing herself close to the roof, making herself as small as possible, she watched and waited for her target to move so she could get a clear shot. A flash of lightning broke the night, illuminating her face for a second, something anyone would be able to see if they were looking, but she hadn't been able to catch the face of her target, in case she was mistaken. Still, this man would be dead by morning, she promised herself that.