A shadow wondered through the night, slipping in and out of the darkness and moonbeams. The city streets were quiet this time of night, those that were active now were in the taverns and the brothels, and in other darker business. Here or there you would see figures walking, the smart ones with one hand on a hilt. The shadow knew though, darkness was your friend in the night. And the shadow was wed to it, only leaving to attend to its work. Work that was not so low as most out in this night. It spotted its target, a young man wandering home after a night in a mug.
A glint of silver in the darkness was all the man saw of the shadow, and then all he saw was blackness. The shadow pulled him into the darkness, and down an ally. There several figures waited in hooded silence, guardians of the night. He could feel cold steal, the shadows talon pressed against his neck. In strange unison the figures began, "You have been chossssen." Nothing could be seen of their faces, the man wondered if that was not preferable to the alternative.