You glimpse a dark shadow in the corner of your eye and immediately spin around, throwing the knife in his direction. There he was. He stepped out of the corner, unscathed. Your aim was only inches off.

”You’re good, but not good enough. Next time try something with a wider range.” He smirked, then walked to the knife and plucked it from the wall. He flipped it around in his palm before tossing it beside you. He was far too relaxed to be afraid.