You were walking down the dim alleyway, lighted by only some neon and alluring signs, when you heard a subtle rustle behind the trash bin…

With a nervous gulp you took a few thud steps forward and peeked around the corner. There was a bleeding guy, who was panting and holding his own stomach.

He slowly raised his glance and immediately laid his hand on the dagger’s handle, which responded with a green glow of power coming through the blade.

“Away!”