The Dimir agent slipped through the rain cover streets of Ravnica like a ghost. He vanished around street corners and slid under display booths. He scurried up walls and across rooftops. He found himself in the merchants' district. Here was where the slightly rich got to live while others just blocks away had to scrap for food like animals.

All of this mattered little to the Dimir agent. He was just a tool and he knew his place in life. His needs were met so long as he did what was asked of him.

He hid himself skillfully in the square outside of the merchant's apartment building. His intel was good, the ghosts always were. His target should be coming through here any moment now.

All that could be heard was the pounding rain. Sometimes it was like that here. The rain could be both friend and foe to the citizens of the cityscape. It would clean the streets of its filth but too much and the water damage would sink at least one whole block and carry it into a newly formed river. Some of them flow for years at a time.

The Dimir agent fell into his breathing exercises. His target had made his appearance. He was a portly man with many different rings on his fat little fingers. He climbed out of the carriage and his short legs could barely reach the steps down. He paid the driver who tipped his hat and carted the large insects that drove the carriage away.

The information on why this man had to die had not been provided. But even if it had been the Dimir agent would have still carried out his mission. He ready his blade. He wouldn't even have to get close.

The man paused. The Dimir agent did the same. Had he been detected? Perhaps one of those rings had magic ingrained in it. The paranoid and the wealthy usually shared many interests.

"W-Who's there?" The man called out. There was, of course, no reply. He fumbled for his keys as he swayed slightly. Perhaps too much wine at the overpriced dinner he had just had. The Dimir agent flexed his hand and conjured a second blade. Just in case.

The man got his door open but it was already too late. The Dimir agent flipped into the square and in mid-spin had released his blade along with a spell that guided it to its target. The blade sunk into the back of the man's head and he collapsed onto the ground. Blood pooled around him only to be quickly washed away.

The Dimir agent faded away into the night, once more the ghost of death. His mission had been accomplished. His superiors would be pleased.