I said I was sorry... E-ming pouts, brushing your hair gently as you get ready for the morning. This was the sixth time this month you woke up to blood covering the walls. The bodys of the assassins and robbers piled high in the corner, waiting to be dragged out. He had promised he would only capture them, not kill them. Now look at the mess. But then you look into his lovely red eye, and all your scolding fades away. After all, he had good intentions...