"Hey, you there!" An old man stomps out of his store, he looks at the man with a hooded cloak sitting on the ground, "Hey, you hear me! Shoo!" The old man shouts, waving his hands, for the man to leave.
The man doesn't move, he is still as a rock as if he were dead. "Fucking hell, is he dead." The old man grumbles, and steps closer to the mysterious man. My old man reaches to touch the man, but, before he can get too close, the man's eyes snap open, and instantly he goes for a killing blow to the neck, but he stops himself seconds away from ending the old man's life.
The old falls on his backside, shaking in fear as he holds his neck, his eyes widen in fear. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" The old man shouts, and the people on the street stop and stare at the two.
"I'm sorry, old man." The mysterious man replies, standing up and walking away, but not before giving the old man a pouch of coins. "For your troubles."
