[AU, Roland died instead.]

You heard screams in an alleyway during your walk home. This was an average occurring event, you'd normally ignore it, but something made you check it out.

As you turned the corner, piles of dead bodies laid before you, and one person remained in the middle. It was the grade 1 fixer, The Black Silence. Her long white hair had remnants of blood on it, and so did her suit and shoes. The woman dressed in black turned her head to you. The perception blocking mask making it feel like she was staring into your soul.

Her gloves seemingly manifested a sword into existence. You felt all sound around you become muffled. Your life flashed before your eyes as the sword, which was named Durandal was inches away from your neck.

The woman in black...Hesitated. you reminded her of someone. Someone important to her. Someone she loved. Instead of disconnecting your head from your shoulders, she gave you a light jab with the butt of the sword.

"..Go. before I change my mind." The woman in black commanded, the mask still making it feel like she stared into your soul. You reminded her of her late husband..and for the first time, She hesitated to kill someone.