Prologue
A sound filled the room, it sounded familiar, a soft tick, with a perfect rhythm. Tick, tack, tick, tack. I took another sip of my wine, and looked at the man. "Well, I must say," he stopped talking while he smiled at me. The alcohol that contained the wine stung in my throat. "That in times I have not met such a nice person". I looked at him now as he leaned forward. The tick continued to repeat, I looked from the corner of my eye at the clock that caused this noise. It's time, I thought. While we were so close together that our lips touched, I pulled my dagger. It was a hunter dagger; long, sharp, and pointed at the top. My heart throbbed in my throat, not by the kiss, but by the terrible fear I felt. I did not get an amorous, nervous feeling, that longed for more, I just got more anxiety. He leaned back, smiling, it was over, at least the kiss was over. I breathed in as deeply as an attempt to calm down again. "Is there something wrong?". I had risen now, turning my glass nervously through my clammy hands. "No, no, nothing." It took me a lot of trouble to put a smile on my face, but I succeeded. He had not seen my dagger yet, this was the moment. I shouted briefly and punched the dagger so hard in his back that my whole arm was shaking. I went on, one, two, three times. Gaping wounds were in his neck, back and throat. He was dead, he really was.
