The gypsy Marluxia had found at his doorstep seemed innocent enough. Given the area, it was far from the norm to be approached. Maybe she was there to beg for money, maybe it was food. The Nobody would never know for sure, for the moment he opened the door the woman screamed in agony and fell to the ground. The scene did not go unnoticed; many of the gypsies which littered the streets stood, their gaze set on Marluxia. The unwritten contract between them was unmistakably broken and an entire city, visitors and citizens alike, suddenly seemed against the Nobody.

A sinister smile gleamed through the darkness at the scene, an apple rolling out from the shadows and to the assassins feet. Marluxia needed only open the door a crack for Xigbar to make the deadly shot, the sharpshooter’s skill demonstrated when he’d warped the bullet to hit the gypsy without moving. Both Arrowgun’s in hand, Xigbar stepped back into the corridor he had opened and disappeared into darkness. He left the Nobody with one word.

“Ciao.”