Prologue

I growl, stabbing a final strike into the mans chest, killing him. I stand, ripping my blade from his chest with a wet sucking sound. I wipe the blood off onto his shirt, before I look around, trying to find the best exit.

I rush to the nearest one, keeping my head down and sheathing my knife again.

Just as I think I've gotten away with another assassination, someone smacks me on the back of the head with something hard, making my vision blur.

Black creeps into my sight, until my eyes fully shut and I slip into unconsciousness.

I come to, or at least partially. I can't move, can't open mt eyes; though my excellent senses help me figure out a good amount of what's happening.

I can hear the hum of a spaceships engine and people talking. I quickly realized that I'm on a ship heading, most likely, off to jail.

I've officially been caught.