She doesn't need him to tell her who the target is before she makes her way into the crowd. She hears the cleric speak, and the sudden doubling over of one Jacob Prince is all she needs to see.

It's time to start her work.

Her weaves through the crowd are flawless, easily missed by untrained eyes. Each pass in one direction includes a touch to their prey's body - his shoulder, his waist, his hair, his hand - before Amelia gives him any peace. He's already beginning to spin in circles as he asks who's doing that and if others are hearing the bells. He gets pity and confusion from those around him, and that's when she begins a true strike.

A soft voice carries on the wind. "That's him. That's the man."

Jacob turns sharply to look over his left shoulder. Stopping in the middle of the crowd to spy who's talking about him. Or to him? It's not clear what's going on.

A low, gruff voice continues. "He's got a heavy hand. Did you see the state of them when they left Realignment?"

He's trembling now, hands searching out something to defend himself with from his pockets. To his surprise, the pocket knife he usually carries is gone. So is his device.

Another voice speaks, and finally tells him his crime. "I heard he tortured The Archivist for hours after he went catatonic."

Enraged and wanting to prove his own dominance, Jacob turns to the tall man walking beside him and shouts of his innocence, about how that damn Archivist should have just done as he was told. How everything would've been different if he'd been a real Dom to his Sub.

The crowd around him retreats, save for one figure who passes behind him, unknowable and just out of sight.

"You'll pay for your crimes," she whispers. "Death comes for you."

Jacob panics, breathing heavily as onlookers begin to question his mental well-being as he backs into them and swings about wildly, looking for his assailant.

Just as she wanted. She hopes Chris approves.