You run towards him with a determination that feels strange to you, as if you had just received a shot of adrenaline. You grab him by his right hand and push him against the wall with all your strength. He releases the silver dagger he was holding and, now in your possession, stares at you shocked. He says, “Ho- how did you…” and before finishing his sentence, you shove it right into his heart. He falls on the ground and you get close to his ear. You push the dagger deeper into his body and whisper “May your fucking hourglass break into a thousand pieces.” His eyes open, wide with confusion. His gaze slowly glides away from you. He is dead. You pull the dagger from his body and store it in your pocket.