Hoods

The hooded figures silently closed in on their goal, creeping closer to their target they drew shining blades that glistened in the moonlight.

Before the victim knew of their presence he was pounced upon and the blades rapidly entered his body.

As the knives exited their victim, they were stained with the red blood that once filled the body.

The culprits stepped backward as one broader figure, whose knife was not stained, approached the victim and silently slit his throat, blood sprayed onto the wall and the final breath escaped the corpse.

As quickly as they arrived the group dispersed and vanished into the shadows of the night. But their blood curdling laughter filled the night.

The streets of Balances Retreat were no longer as safe as they had previously been...