I have been requested to fulfill a rather extensive task that will be rather difficult to complete on my own. I am asking you to participate in this task along me, as I would not succeed if I were to attempt planning and executing this task solo. It would be appreciated if you meet me in the west alleyway five in Lavanitir Port City at approximately 4:03 AM. I will be awaiting there alongside my companions, lurking in the shadows that are barely illuminated by the blue moon. I will be the only one here, as this is a very important task at hand and nobody will learn of the information that I will inform you of once you arrive. I have organized the way of transportation that we will take to get to the desired location. I will be dressed unlike one has ever seen me before in the guild, but it will be something you will need to get used to. The fake, eastern-styled Rain is gone, for I am now in the clothing I truly enjoy. I will tell you the rest of the information once you get here, Sol and Yuiisai.
The letter was sent, and Rain finally arrived in the port town of Lavanitir. She had invited two of her guild mates to carry out a mission along her side, something that she would not be able to do on her own. They were to go to the Cloud Sea and locate a mystical castle upon these clouds, a place that was rumored to be filled with three Magical Councilmen. Rain wanted these good-spirited people dead, no matter what their situation was. She wanted her name to cause people to be unsettled at the sound, making her a force to be reckoned with. For she already was just that, but she was thirsty for bloodshed. She knew the assassination of hundreds of innocent people would fulfill these needs perfectly, as she loved having the deaths of others taint her name. She was a sick individual as most people in Basilisk Fang were, which brought pride into her life. She was proud to be a part of one of the biggest dark guilds in all of Fiore, and would do nearly anything in order to climb to the top with them.
Rain sat in the dark and gloomy alleyway all alone with her two companions, dressed in a long hoodie-dress that reached halfway up the thigh. Under this was a mere black bra and leggings, matched with a pair of boots that were also black. Sprawled across this hoodie in stylized grunge letters was the word 'Hate,' which she hoped would distill fear into those she would face in the coming future of this day. On her waist was a small buckle that attached her tarot's storage box, locked and loaded with her summoning cards and her butterfly-pin attached to the lid. Stretching from a piercing on her ear to the hoodie's pocket was a metal chain, hanging loose just like her soul. Oh her face was a black half-mask that covered her mouth, as well as black bracelets on her wrists. Her hair was straight and fully down, it being like black waves of tar. On her shoulders were her two companions in their smaller forms, invisible to the naked eye.
"Ey! What are you doing in this alleyway? This is private property, miss!" a large man would yell at Rain from the edge of the alleyway, beginning to walk toward her in a rather aggressive manner. He looked to be a middle-aged homeless man, as he looked very ragged and rough around the edges. He also seemed to be a bit drunk, as he was walking strange and wielding a cleaver. "Leave while you still can. I do not have time for you." Rain would tell the man mentally, as he would scream at her and begin to charge toward her with the cleaver in hand. Rain stood from the crate she was sitting upon and unclasped her pin from her box, causing a large blade to produce and shine in the darkness that they were in. The man gasped, and she quickly boosted through the air and jabbed the blade directly through his neck. Red blood poured from his neck, mouth, and eyes, and he soon collapsed on the ground and was dead. Rain kicked his corpse across the alley and it landed upon a stack... a stack of dead bodies that she had brought the same fate as she did to him before. This stack was filled with about twelve different beings, mostly men. She took a cloth from behind the crate and covered the dead bodies, all supporting fatal neck wounds from her same blade.
Rain would sit back down on the crate and begin to scroll through her iLac, zooming in on images of this castle they were to be going to and its layouts. She thought that the hosts of this castle were dumb to post the layouts of their building upon their websites, but Rain did understand that officials did not think of terrorism when producing their ideas. "Fools." she would think to herself, as she would begin analyzing the map of the castle once more. All she could do was wait for her allies, hoping that they would show up where she had asked.