It was in a dark museum with only a light blue tint shining in from the window, the moon being the source of the light. I hold the blade up to the man’s throat. why am I hesitating..? I then press the sword down harder onto the man’s throat. The man was kneeled before me, his face was filled with fear, he looked petrified. Not that it was new, anyway

“Ta-….”

I pause and stare into the man’s eyes with my dead ones

“..final words?”

I said, steadying my grip on the hilt of the sword