I wipe my dagger on my pants, no longer a care for the blood that tatters my clothes. I smile, a charming, almost maniac smile as I stare at the target who dared defy me. Carefully calculated, and planned, I slip my knife back in its hold, and walk towards the window, my escape. Adrenaline runs through me as I pull myself out of the window. I almost blend in with the dark night as I only wear black. I fall to the ground, rolling to catch my fall.
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