“C’mon, what’s stopping you?”

Your sworn enemy whispered into your ear. His hand rested on your shoulder, an occasional squeeze being placed for extra measure. The grin that adorned his sharp, elfin features having a dramatic flair to it, as if this was nothing more than a game. He was your arch nemesis, your sworn enemy.. And now he was trying to convince you to join his side of the playing field.

“We’ve been playing this cat & mouse game for ages, why don’t we try something different?”