No more

On the edge of the crumbling roof, Kris checked his knifes. His target was pernicious to the guild. This was his first solo mission and he did not want to screw it up. He descended down the wall without a problem.

Silently, Kris made his way into the target’s chambers, avoiding the creaking footboards. A torch flared to life, blinding him. With the flick of his wrist he sent a knife. Hearing the gurgle of blood and the thump on the floor he smiled, job done.

“I’m sorry son,” his mom said, laying in a pool of her own blood.