The man coughed, wheezing uncontrollably as a cold sweat broke out across his entire body. Survival instinct completely overrode his pride and his mission.
"I... I am sorry," the man stammered, his voice cracking as he desperately kept his hands flat on the floor to show he wasn't attacking. "I made a mistake. I will go away. I will leave right now."
The man scrambled to his feet, his bare skin pale and shivering. He took a hasty step backward toward the door.
But as he stood up, he suddenly felt a strange, unnatural chill crawl directly down his spine. The temperature in the room hadn't changed, but the shadows gathered in the corners of the high ceiling seemed to be... moving.
Driven by a primal sense of dread, the assassin slowly looked up.
His entire world broke.
