"STOP!", I yelled. The assassin was moving closer and closer to my liege. Whenever I try to catch him, he disappears. He has transcended my abilities; he is perpetually vigilant. His appetite for murder will not be satiated until he kills my leader, and I must rectify this breach of our castle. The assassin continues to patronize me; I was becoming quite irrational. He had stolen our floor plan, but only needed an excerpt of it to find the right room. At this point I was beginning to become despondent, I knew I would never catch him in time. At that moment he aberrated, and came straight for me. There was nothing ambiguous about his intentions; I was going to die. As the staggered serrations of his knife began to cut into my trachea, I hear a noise. My subordinates ran in, and the assassin vanished. But not before he dealt the finishing blow, cutting off my access to air.