• I sharpen my blade, ready to plunge it into my target's heart
    I stalk my target all night, not waiting for the perfect shot, waiting for
    any shot that will kill, Finally, an open area with open rooftops
    I jump down, making slightly less noise than a tiger, blade ready,
    I rush to my target, slipping the darkened steel blade between the front,
    Right, upper ribs, pulling the blade to sink into their spine... once, twice, thrice
    I force my hand to the jaw bone, and slash down on the windpipe, and the arteries, keeping the blood from dripping onto my pure white robes of the scholar, then I drop the now dieing body, rushing back to a safe area,
    Praying no one saw me, Thinking of my mantra, Life is meaningless, we
    take nothing of value away when we take a life, life is worthless, the only price of a life is the price someone would put on it to end it, life is full of hardships.