The small store became visible as Darragh rounded the corner. It was a quaint little shop, owned by the woman who was to be his next target. He knew little about the unfortunate woman whom he was about to "visit". All the creature ever deigned to give him was a name and oftentimes an address; he was responsible for any other necessary information.
The gathering of said information came in the form of watching the intended target, learning his or her habits and, as such, discovering the best location to perform his task.
This process did not take long - never more than a day or two. He didn't need to know their life story.
Darragh pushed open the door, the action causing a bell to chirp, and stepped across the threshold. As he did, a pretty young woman came out from behind
