Nayla took a shaky breath while eying the in front of her. Cautios she took a step back, falling into an defense stance. "D-did... did Janus sent you?", she asked and slowly laid her hand on one of her poisoned throwing knifes. She swore to herself, that she would never kill anybody again. But if this man really was sent by Janus, then she was in great danger. And as much as she hated it, then she needed to kill him. "A-answer me please...", her voice was quite and almost got swallowd by the wind.
The half-elf tried to remember the face of that man, but her memory of that time was in a fog. The drug abuse only left a few clear pictures. And in none of them was that man. Maybe she made an misstake and he wasn't sent by Janus? But... who else would like to see her dead? "I-I don't want to kill you... I... I just try to live my new life....please" While trying to talk her way out, nayla didn't noticed how her inner demons were trying to get out. It wouldn't take much time anymore, then she would lose her mind again and become the killing mashine she was trained to be....