Night 3:
He spent his life among the crowd, never seen but always watching. Years upon years of practice allowed him to blend in and follow his targets without notice. Most thought that this ability came after years of practice in the woods following animals, but not for him. He had honed his skills awash in a sea of lights and vagrants.
Tonight he followed. Tonight he watched. And, yet again, tonight he saw nothing. As he sulked back to his home, questioning whether or not he truly had the skills to be legendary, he made his first mistake. He failed to notice the shadow approach from behind. His true target had been tracking him. As he heard the sound of the hammer click, he realized that his first mistake would be his last.
Fear. Sweat. Nothing.
akenbennu the
is dead.
*Day 4 Begins*