Scene of the Crime [Stealth | D -> C]

No... rather, as he slashed the still opened, poisoned fan across the man's face, he just laughed. 

This was going to be cathartic. 

What happened next is best not to describe, and the slaves who witnessed his act probably won't ever speak of it as to do would rat out their saviour, but suffice to say they never found the man's body in a single piece again, and there was no signs of a struggle when the guards found the scene, though there were several score cages with the locks cut off. 


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"The... hell? Why would someone do this?"
"I don't know, Bacchus, I don't know - but the more important question is who did this, and what the hell were in all these cages."
"It looks too big to be simply dogs or something... what'd people keep in a dingy place like this? I don't understand what's going on here."

Jian was very good at his job - unless he wanted the guards to find him, he had always taken pride in the fact that the guards weren't going to be able to find him very easily. It was the same as it had always been in his case; the guards would be, right about now, finding the corpse. 

Though a part of him wanted to stick around and hear what they were saying about his recent victory in the warehouse, he knew that they were going to be on their guard and he also knew that their fear of Kouenese people would make them judge him especially harshly, maybe even kill him simply for being near the body. 

That was why he was currently running across the rooftop of the village, keeping out of sight of any of the people on the street. Were people to see him running away near the scene of the crime, they might be able to identify him to police. This way, though it was harder to get up here, he had no chance of being found out. Nobody went to the rooftops. 

Eventually, Jian came to the obvious stopping place. There were no more rooftops within leaping distance, and the alley below was empty. Nobody would know that he had come down from the rooftops this way. All they'd know was that a handsome Kouenese man had emerged from the alleyway, and there was nothing surprising about that. 

Dropping down to the window ledge bellow the roof, he moved down to an area where he could jump safely, before propelling himself to the cobbled alleyway floor. It was a hard place to fall, but a tuck and roll allowed him to defuse most of the danger of the fall, instead leaving him with just a bruise rather than a broken leg. 

Sitting on his ass after finishing the roll, he actually laughed slightly... everything had gone just as planned. Just as it almost always did. 

Stepping out from the alleyway, and taking especial care to make sure that he blended into the crowd with ease, he began his journey away from the epicenter of what would come to pass over the village. The slaves would inevitably come forward and say what they saw to the guards,  but by then he'd be long gone. 

Besides, once they knew the situation, nobody would even care about him killing those men. He'd freed slaves; they'd consider it "justifiable homicide". He just needed to let that information come to the public's attention first. Then they'd see - he wasn't a monster, capitalizing on the most base instinct of the rich, he was a hero. 

By the time that they had found out about the slaves, it was a week later and Jian still hadn't been found. 

500+/500