The Mysterious Figure

TWO NIGHTS AGO

The Candlelight Inn was normally a quiet place. It was typically a place for tourists to rest their heads so they may enjoy what the day has to bring them.

A hooded figure steps through the window of one of the second story rooms, shutting the curtain behind him. He then made his way over to a desk and lit a candle before sighing softly.

Looking into the flame, he pulled his hood back to reveal a tan yet pale face. His piercing red eyes illuminated in the flicker of light as his black hair fell around his shoulders and framed his face nicely.

Turning, he grabbed hold of a cloth in a small bucket of water and began to pat down his face and mouth of a brackish red liquid, his eyes still looking into the flame as his thoughts mulled over what he had just done.

He had to do it—he had to—but it didn’t make it any easier on his mind.