I dash through a street and bump into you as the streetlights overhead flicker. I stumble back and look at you before turning to listen. The temple guards' footsteps are nearing, so I grab your arm and round the corner of a building, pinning you against the brick wall and raising my Katana to your throat. I smirk and whisper, Listen gorgeous, I'm going to need you to stay quiet for just a minute, or this Katana will slice your pretty neck. I look into your eyes as I listen for footsteps.