Akemi stabbed the knife swiftly through Feliciano's neck. His eyes were wide with fear as he realised that she was an assassin, not an enchanting woman interested in sex by a tree. She rolled her eyes and stood up, wiping the blood off her blade and sliding it back into place on her belt. She pushed her foot against his cheek and tilted his head sideways, inspecting him.

He gurgled as blood poured from him and she watched as he died in pure agony, no regret or mercy or even a hint of care on her features, for she was the Emotionless Killer. She waited until his life was over to wave her wand over him, lifting him up. She pointed her wand to the top of the massive tree and lifted him all the way up there, planting him up the top.

She then pointed her wand at the grass and cleaned it up of the blood that had leaked from his body onto it. She looked up at the tree just the once. She didn't care that she murdered, only sometimes, the people she didn't think deserved. She didn't even know why Feliciano Niro had to die, but had been told by her employer that he did. She would be payed a lovely, large sum for his death. Akemi smiled. She loved money.