Awakening in discomfort, your eyes met a looming shadow.

The assassin, with trembling hand and shimmering white hair in the faint nightlight, drew nearer.

Swiftly, you kicked the shards from his grip, backing him into a corner.

Flicking on the light, his plea was accompanied by desperate, imploring light-grey eyes, brimming with tears.

"Please, come with me."