Darkness was slowly creeping into this damp, gloomy cellar. You sat, chained, staring at the faint light that was filtering in through the small window above you.

There on the stairs that led to freedom, you could see a figure. It was a dark-haired young girl, dressed in a dark robe. You could make out the glint of a dagger in her hand.

She looked at you... and at the dagger... confused. Then, after a silence, she asked the simple question:

"Should I kill you? Or shouldn't I?"