The flier was almost too difficult to find, but eventually you run across a small piece of parchment upon which is scrawled a note in a particularly nondescript handwriting. The lettering was in a deep crimson, presumably blood though it could have simply been an ink made from red flowers. Either way, the message itself was clear...
"To my Dearest Brother or Sister,
"You are seeking my services... I know you are, for I can see you as you read this. Oh, don't look around, you cannot find me... Just know you are being watched. I know you want someone dead, and I would be quite happy to end their life... For a price.
"Take your time, if you must... Mull it over. I can wait. But know that this note will be gone the next time you search for it... Leave a bulletin with your name and the meetup time and location, and we can discuss these matters then and there. Some things are better spoken of in private...
"From your Dear Sibling,
"Suidix Orei"
You set the note down for a moment as you look over the other bulletins posted across the off-white stucco walls of the shops. When you reach for the note, intending to take it with you, you discover the notification is gone. Never again do you find that mysterious piece of paper, but in your mind the instructions of how to contact this Agent of Death seems to be forever burned.
