A tall, hooded figure dressed in all black was standing in my doorway. A wickedly curved knife was in their right hand. My first thought was, “Why is there an assassin in my doorway?” Quickly followed by, “Ohreshassassinquicklyduelingcane.” I’d been warned to be prepared for threats, so I had my dueling cane within reach. I reached. I knocked it on the floor. Welp, life over. I’d like to say it’s been fun.
