The wind blew the mans face hard as he entered Whiterun. He could feel the town was deserted but he knew that most big towns weren't alive at night. He was walking at a steady pace, alert and calm. But he wasn't alert enough. He let his guard down for a couple of seconds and out of virtually nowhere 2 men clad in dark armor jumped out and tackled the man. The man struggled but it was to no avail. He was dead the moment he let his guard down. In his dying breaths, he couldn't help but wonder why. Why him? Why now? He had done his service and yet they repayed him by backstabbing him. He knew they weren't to be trusted and he heard the rumors but he joined them anyway. Who would've known the Dark Brotherhood would kill their own?