It is dark when I return to my town. I ditched my armour on the way here, and am wearing the garb of the order which I now control. Only slightly different. My black leather trenchcoat billows behind me, and the white skull I painted on the black t-shirt I wear sticks out in the darkness. My black pants ripple in the wind, and my black leather boots crunch the dirt with every step I take as I walk into the town. My Samurai sword dangles from my belt as I walk through, as I had gotten rid of my clunkly old two-hander. My old friend Andrew walks towards me, a look of concern on his face. "What are you doing here?" he asks. I look at him, quite anger that my stealth has been ruined. "I've come to destory all evil." I say. He looks at me, and then he leaves for a few moments, and then comes back. "What were you doing?" I ask, and he looks away. "Nothing..." he replies, and then ten guards rush out from the alleyways on the streets and try to swarm attack me. I manage to escape death by running forward past my old friend and down the street. "You will pay for this!" I shout over my shoulder at him. He smirks. "I'd love to see you try." he says, acting cocky. I pull a dagger from my belt and stop, not fearing the oncoming guards. "Really." I say quietly, right before I throw the dagger at my former friend. The dagger hits him in the throat. Blood spurts and flows from the wound, and a look of surprise fills his face before he drops to the ground. Blood soaks the dirt around him and I turn from the guards and run into the dark forest surrounding the town. The guards end up giving up pursuit and go back into the town. Tomorrow I will begin my crusade.