Watching people come and go, living a boring pitiful life, while I hang from London's clock tower, katana sword in hand, a revolver in it's sockets and a long wooden bow with Egyptians carving decorating its sides slung on my back. If I fail my mission, millions of fragile life will die...
As I continue to watch, I asked myself "How the hell did i get into this?Why am i here? To save mankind? Or to save myself? Should i carry this responsibility on my shoulders?Should I even be here, for every muscle of my body is aching to run.. What if all of them died? Will it really matter? Should I just...run?
While I was lost in thought, something caught my eye...It had a solemn face, long fangs, bloodied hands and it was wearing a long black cloak...As it walked, it radiated only death and danger...It was closing in on a passer by. As it hold out its hands as if to strangle the innocent human, I found myself jumping off the clock tower, firing my revolver at it. I'm tired of running, I'm going to stand and fight, even if it kills me.
