"I am Savio." With that, the once nameless man removes his cloak to turn to face the young woman. Despite his own youth, he seems confident and sure of himself. "Who I am and what I do is none of your concern. If you believe him to be murdered by my hand, then take the matter up with the guard. I am sure that they would be more than willing to entertain your case. Your 'strong gut instincts' and promising abilities as a stalker are sure to sway them to any conclusion you come across."
The assassin looks around, taking in the woman's appearance for awhile, as if whatever he sees influences if he continues or not. Cranking his neck around as if stretching it out, he continues to speak. "Since you seem so inclined to leap into the unknown, I feel it is my duty to educate you. This..." He pauses to sweep a hand across the alley. "...Is the Street of Blood. It's a simple name and the reason is obvious. For years, maybe since this city was first built, this has been a popular place for duels, murders, and all sorts of unsavory activities. I've heard that even Blood Mages come here from time to time... As so many killed here peak their quirky little interests. Situated so far away from any modest establishment or civil minded folk, it is allowed to exist by the guard. Some of them consider it a necessary place, since having it here allows other back alleys to be used for more... civil sins."
The man takes a couple steps closer, moving a hand toward the lapel of his cloak. "Now, answers some of your questions. Now you answer mine... Who are you and what do you want?"