Come tomorrow night, Scarlett did not want to arrive at the scene too early. She wanted to observe the requester for a few minutes, assessing him... or her... or it, before appearing herself.
When the clock stroke at midnight, she hid behind a stone plate of a grave. She donned her dark cloak to veil her presence, and she made her hair black to blend in with the night.
The graveyard was more like a dumpster full of bodies than a proper graveyard for the dead. It used to be formal and proper, with stone plates, flowers from visitors, and someone to maintain the place –all half acres of it. That was probably a century ago.
In the current century, assassins would dump the bodies of their victims in the place. Moss grew on the stone plates, making them crack here and there. Weeds were ov
