He made his way to your room. Each step is quiet, carefully taken. Not to wake you up, he stood beside your bed. He raised his blade and was about to stab you as he took the covers off, but his eyes widens and his blade drops when he saw your face. You looked like a goddess. The moonlight hit your peaceful sleepy face, he was thinking "Why am I here again? Why am I assigned to kill her? And why am I not fulfilling my mission?" He was confused and lost in your pretty sleeping figure.