[Dollface]

It was in the dead of night.

The moon was a mere sliver in the sky, shrouding the world in darkness as a cool breeze hummed through the tangled growth of the forest, causing the trees to wave their branches as if they were trying to warn someone away. Through all this, a shadowy figure lurked in the darkness, moving from tree to tree and never remaining out in the open for long. Her hazel eyes narrowed when she saw her target: a small, humble-looking hut in the middle of the woods. Tying back her long, white-blonde hair, she then lifted the hood of her cloak and pulled it low over her face, not wanting her pale skin to give her away in the darkness as she silently stalked to the back of the hut...

She was called Briar and she had neither a last name nor a past. Her people were renowned warriors, and it was said that each child born to her tribe was born with a sword in one hand, and a bow in the other. While her tribe was predominantly peaceful, there were times when members of other, larger countries would approach, offering gold for the assassination of someone. Sometimes, if the price was right, the tribe's chief would accept their offer and dispatch one of the warriors to carry out the deed. Tonight, Briar herself had been selected. It was her first mission and a full-fledged warrior, and she intended to be successful. Her weapon of choice, a scythe, was clutched in her hand as she crouched on the ground, hearing someone move around inside the dwelling. She silently began to count to ten in her head, preparing herself to dash into the hut and strike.