Those eyes… Those devil eyes; they pierced into me like bullets, making it difficult to breathe. Approaching me, he unraveled the scarf that I’d used to bring his life to an end.

Or so I thought I did.

“That wasn’t very nice, m’dear,” he crooned. “Indulge me with a night of passion, then kill me in my slumber… Tsk, tsk.”

“What the hell are you?” I asked, my voice shaky as I backed away from him.

“I have a better question. Who sent you to kill me, assassin?”

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