He crouched down low, pressing himself against the wall and waiting for the footsteps that were sure to come. He was biding his time where he would let his blade sink into the enemy's heart without a sound.

What he didn't anticipate was that you would arrive first before the enemy, and he cursed low under his breath. Reckless, lad.

You rounded the corner, and he pulled you by the front of your vest, stepping aside for you to fall behind him. Just as you were about to protest, his blade hit home.

The enemy, who had tried to sneak up on you, dropped like dead weight. "Got a present for you," He casually says.