C318 Last Assassination

"Clatter ~ ~ ~"

The lights in the hall were the first to come on. The assassins who had not adapted to the lights only felt a chill running down their spines. A figure charged into their ranks, the dagger in his hand nimbly piercing through their necks.

Blood... The hall was dyed red, and darkness once again enveloped the small foreign building.

The distant sniper's scalp tingled