You’d never thought that you would find yourself in this situation, but alas, it was your current reality.

The infamous King of Assassins, Paul Verlaine, was holding you against the wall by the neck. His grip was tight, but not tight enough to hurt you. It was just tight enough to cause discomfort and remind you of the current situation you were in.

“Tell me, what do you know about me?”

He brushed his thumb against a vein on your neck.

“Be quick with your words. I don’t have all day.”