You are the Huntress. Ever since you can remember, you've been at the beck and call of the Grand Highblood, and you've only ever felt devotion to his cause of keeping the hemospectrum in line.

That's not to say that hate the lowbloods; if you did, you'd be the worlds biggest hypocrite. No- you're just the one that asserts the proper order, and the ones that say otherwise die by your claws.

It's hard to justify at times, you know that many assassins higher on the spectrum than you have quit- but you're good. You're a good Oliveblood, you don't falter, and your continued service is a constant reminder of your proper place.

And today is one of the best reminders you've had in a while. Bowing before the Grand Highblood himself, he commands the room of highbloods as easily as always, and speaks:

THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD: assassin, YOU are GOING to MOTHERFUCKING kill THE signless AND his BITCH posse

THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD: THEYVE been GOIN around SQUEALING shit ABOUT the HEMOSPECTRUM being MOTHERFUCKING bullshit

THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD: AND its BEEN motherfucking WORKING

THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD: in FACT one OF the INVERTEBROTHERS here IS a MOTHEFUCKING believer OF that SHIT

He picks up his club, and with one grand swing, effortlessly destroys the upper body of a cerulean that you've known for sweeps now. Her blood gets on your gloves, and instead of grieving for her, you lick it away with a stoic face.

THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD: we HAVE no IDEA where THE motherfuckers AT so YOU gotta SPEND some PERIGEES away

THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD: YOU have UNTIL the SECOND spring

A pause goes through you. You know that he's done talking, but you wait until both his hands are rested until you speak.

THE ASSASSIN: :33< yes, my highblood

With all that said and done, you walk past the corpse and begin to make your way out.

THE ASSASSIN: :33< fucking heretics

Whoever this Signless guy ends up being, you already know you'll hate him.

Your first stop takes you to a midling village, and you hear from some elated gutterbloods that the Signless was there a while ago, and that he should be in a nearby lowblood dump.

You travel quietly, and before you know it, its bronze and rust as far as you can see.

You adjust the lusus pelt that forms your sign, and you skulk around until you can find a clue.

????????: are y(8)u l(8)(8)king f(8)r the signless?

Like the easiest thing in the world, it only takes you two minutes until you find someone willing to divulge information.

You can tell that she's a rustblood, but the way that she dresses and holds herself doesn't feel right for her place. You can only guess she has a matesprite that like to doll her up to prove how affulent they are- "look here! im so well off i can make a *rustblood* look good!".

THE ASSASSIN: :33< if you know where he is

THE ASSASSIN: :33< im a big fan

Her look softens. She clearly doesn't trust easy, and she's either feeling guilty or embarressed at how cold she seemed before.

????????: in that case f(8)ll(8)w me

????????: he d(8)sent start until late in the night but i can sh(8)w y(8)u where itll be

She does just that, and you end up in a grove. You wait until she leaves to hide among the shadows, and you wait and wait until it's time to strike.

You're going to kill him.

You won't stop until your dead.