The mystery woman directs me toward and ally way, saying what I seek is through it. Overjoyed, I run into it as fast as I can. It was not until it was too late that I realized I had been lured into a trap. I turn to see the opening I had used not but two minutes ago was gone, leaving me trapped. The only way out was to go forward. With the feeling of desperation compelling me to go forward, I suddenly emerge into a small clearing. At the opposing end of it, I see a building. I hear laughter and drunken piano playing coming through the crack of the door. I enter the threshold to find I am above a bar, on a balcony, with eight others scattered in the room below me.
One man looked so familiar, I could not help but watch him as he slowly made his way to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. He plays with the glass a bit, and turns around, eyeing the other drunken inhabitants of the Tavern. He slowly gets up, and walks to a large man in the middle of the room. They exchanged a few words, and with a scream, the man unsheathes his dagger and slices the neck of poor innocent. The six other people's exclamations of mirth went silent for a split second. It was soon replaced by the helpless screaming for their very lives.
One by one, they are cut down. Pounding helplessly on the locked door, hiding uselessly in the corner, they all end up lacerated until they are barely recognizable. Until he gets to the last victim. He leans in, licks the sweat and tears off his cheek, and plunges the dagger straight into his heart. That is when I realized it. It was my dagger. The one that ended my life. The one I left in that wretched Annabel. That is when fate took a drastic turn. He pulled the blade out of the mans heart, turned back to the bar, and downed his whiskey, looking up at the balcony and straight into my eyes.
