@therighteousflst
Wearing white at midnight certainly was a choice for a prowler, and definitely a statement. Perhaps it was a little to early to tell what kind of statement it was- bold and foolhardy, or a brightly calculated warning... like the toxic blowfish Daud's mother once harvested for poisons and hallucinogens.
White cowl, white mask, white wrappings- it was difficult for something like that to not draw the assassin's attention. But he'd been trained for years to look up and peer over rooftops. Most folk did not- something that he and his Whalers exploited for years.
Whatever this person was up to, Daud opted to observe first their movements, skulking in the sloped crevices of the rooftops. He clenched his left fist, the Outsider's Mark burning coldly as he calculated his movenent, and Blinked from one shadow to another, the Void leaving black ash that quickly disappeared in his wake.
