He sat amongst the pews, examining the knives... Which one shall I use tonight? All of them.. so very sharp. All of them.. so very pretty. He often came to the shelter of the Trinsic Church. Not for faith or healing, but for the desire to learn all he could about Trinsic. How it worked. How it lived. How it bleeds. He holds a small hooked edge knife, the perfect weapon for a stealthy but violent attack. For weeks he'd been infiltrating. Blending in among the local citizenry. His lust for revenge simmering to the boiling point. Tonight, he has to kill. Yes.. Tonight it starts. Tonight we make them feel what it's like. Tonight we make THEM hurt. Later that night A citizen enters the Town Hall library, hastily searching through the stacked runebooks. He moves. At first slowly, lurking in the shadows, unseen and unheard. So close. Here I come. Don't be afraid, it will be over soon. Only inches behind her now, he moves, fast as the wind, violent as the hurricane. She dies before she hits the ground, throat cut, guts ripped, blood soaking the Library floor. He leaves as easily and silently as he entered. In the morning they'd find her, body cold as the night. They would also find his scrawled note, written in the victims blood. But that is all they would find, and he would remain unseen, waiting for his next victim.