I looked into the darkness, the only sign of light was a small ray of moonlight looking in from the outside. Using this moonlight, half a face appeared. It was a face I recognised but I don't know how. It's eye was average size but there was bag under it's eyes. It's nose almost large and his mouth appeared average. The only key features was a badly grown moustache. Half grown as though it belonged to someone who was barely into puberty but the face structured appeared too aged to be that. He had a beard that reached from his hair, around his head and onto his chin. More facial hair sat around his neck. It smiled and said "smile; smile like you mean it".

For some reason, I smiled. Almost with laughter as though the man told a humorous comment. The face then disappeared, the light grew over the entire room to show me that I was not in a room but rather on a rooftop. There was a black shadow on a nearby rooftop. It turned to reveal a little of his face. It was the man! He then started jumping building to building like as though he knew this route like the back of his hand. My god, so am I! I'm jumping heights that would usually leave me clinging onto an object in sheer fear. From roof-top to roof-top, the shadow's cloak waving at me in the wind as I follow. Finally, he drops.

I reach the roof top he dropped off, I jump down, grabbing a pole that came from the wall and then letting go. I land with a heavily into the street, the cloaked man disappearing into a black alleyway. The moon-light now drained through the gaps in the street tops. I ran after him, my feet landing lightly upon the dirt floor. I slid slightly as I turned into the ally, just in time for him to disappear into a house hold. Straight after I sprinted, running into the house to see no sign of him. It was a normal house to me with a heap on the floor I called bed, a wooden wardrobe, a stone sink and a table with a few wooden chairs with it. It was basic to me. I walked to the sink, placed the plug in and ran the cold water. After a while, I cupped the collected water and splashed it upon my face. Looking into the reflection as water dripped down, I saw the face sat upon a black cloak. I then felt a sharp pain. I fell back which he cradled me as I fell. He opened my black cloak to expose a leather sleeveless shirt. Grabbing my small blade, he threw it away. Then I saw it, it was a replica of my blade except his was coated with blood. My blood. He cradled my head and I looked at him. It was only now I realised who it was. It was me. Now, I smiled. Now, I meant it. At that moment, he jammed the dagger deep into my throat and darkness quickly swallowed me.