You draw your weapon as you near your victim.
The rigid steel handle feels cold in your palm. You can see
them clearly now; the creases in their clothing, each individual
hair on their head.
As you hold up your gun your body
swells with heat, forcing a drop of sweat to fall from your chin.
The time is now, you are ready. As you slowly start to press down on
the trigger you feel a whisper of air on the back of your neck…
It is at that moment, as a cold steel blade penetrates
your lower back, that you realise you can never win…
Welcome to the Guild