The sun rose above me, shining through the gaps in between the leaves. I winced knowing that it was only minutes before I was discovered, and spurred on by this thought I crawled out of the small bush. Birds greeted me with a cheerful song, but as I strained to hear them more, they stopped. Consequently, my breath caught in my throat as the masked figure approached me; the Assassin. He clapped his hands and smiled like a butcher at his kill. He was the butcher; I was the kill.