No one had ever visited him before.

He didn't know how long he'd been here in this boring grey prison. The days just blurred one into another and the other inmates were far to scared to come near now.

Not that he knew why, honestly he'd only broken the mans wrist no reason for them to get so nervous. The man had deserved it any how. Still solitary didn't give you much to look at.

So the strange suited man with steel like eyes while odd was a welcome distraction from his confinement.

Stay or go?

The man wanted him to join the turks.

All he had to do was leave his cell and kill again.

Their was a man in this prison, one they wanted dead and If he killed him he could join them.

If he wasn't caught anyway.

No

He'd always told himself that when such an offer came that would be his answer. His master always told him the blade was to protect others it was to defend, Hadn't he defiled it enough in his quest for revenge? Had he not made enough mistakes?

But I am a selfish human

and I wish to be free.

The next day he would follow the steel eyed man out of the prison gates.

His freedom was bought with blood and it was something he would never regret nor forget.