Not Your Every-Day Assassin

Aeranra sighed as she snuck through the forest, her bright red hair mixing in perfectly with the fall colored leaves. Her shining, ice-blue eyes would be a quick giveaway as to her identity, and her reputation. Aeranra pulled on a black cloak, hiding in the shadows wherever she could find them. The forest was thick and dark, and it was hard to manuever if you had never been there before.
Aeranra, however, knew this place like the back of her hand. The ruins of the castle were due-southeast, and she was quickly making her way towards them. She was told her next victim, a male around her age, would be there. Doing what? Aeranra had no idea. She just did what she was told, so she got paid, and went onto her next victim.
Aeranra broke into a silent jog, the leaves underneath her feet not even stirring. Her lithe limbs carried her fast and for long distances in short periods of time. Before she knew it, she was hovering in the shadows on the edge of the forest, staring at the silhoutte of her next kill.