Wraith took one look at the witness, turned, and dashed forward, grabbing him and clapping a hand over his mouth. a small smile broke over his face as he leaned in close to the poor man. "Shh.... We don't want to end up like them, do we...?" He whispered quietly.

Ciki saw this. " He'll handle it. " she muttered. She turned back and started walking away.

Wraith had eventually released the man, letting him stumble a few steps away. As the poor witness began to hobble away, Wraith drew his gun, checking it for a moment before aiming and pulling the trigger. With a loud BLAM! the gun went off, sending the bullet flying through the air and embedding the small round object into the witness's head. The man fell dead a moment later, and Wraith replaced his gun, hissing at his injured side before quickly retreating away from the crime scene.

She heard it, but simply ignored it and continued walking.

Without a word, Wraith disappeared into the night.

(timeskip?)

(Yup.)

Ciki wakes up abruptly, and climbs out of bed.

Wraith wasn't one for sleep. He usually worked all night and found other jobs during the day. However, his injury was keeping him from doing either effectively, so he reverted to looking into the girl he'd met the night before. He headed for the tavern, keen on seeing an old informant of his. Maybe they could give him an idea of who she was.

She slipped on her boots and cloak. She grabbed her bandanna off the table and put it on, then jumped the window and on to a roof.

Wraith made it to the tavern, sitting beside the furthest table from the boisterous part of the bar. His informant was quick to join him, asking what it is he wanted.
"I need information on someone. Specifically a woman I ran into last night."
"Oh, a lady! Is she nice~?"
"Just shut up and listen. She's got red hair, by the way she dresses I have no doubt she's into work similar to mine, and she's got dark eyes and fairly pale skin. Think you can find her?"
"Sure I can. I can find anyone in this town."
"Good. No asking questions, I just want to know who she is and what she's been doing."
"Is that so~?"
"If she's taking my work," Wraith spat dangerously. "Then I want to know about it. Understood?" His eyes narrowed as he leaned toward the informant, who swallowed nervously and nodded.
"U-understood. I'll see what I can do..."

She walked on rooves for a while, before jumping down in the busy parts of the streets. She knew who she was looking for, someone who was going to pay her dearly. The streets then became less crowded, then empty.