Cross's eyes were blank as a man with white hair approached him. He stopped walking and looked at the man. "Luko. Leader of the Rogue Clan?" he asked, his voice as blank as his eyes. He'd noticed that a couple rogues in the area were giving Cross nervous looks. That was always what happened. His emotionless demeanor always gave people a bit of a scare, and if not, put them on their toes. He waited for Luko's response. "I have a message for you," he stated, a kunai slipping down from inside his sleeve, and in the same motion Cross went to slash it across Luko's chest. His orders were not to kill the man, but if it came to it, he could. Cross disliked killing unless he was ordered to do so. He saw himself as a puppet, and had no problems with his style of life. Of course, he always ran into those people who tried to differ him from his way of living. They never lasted too long. Those were usually the ones he went to deliver these kinds of messages to.