"I missed you," I say. My voice almost scaring me. It sounded deadly like my voice could stop your heart with only one word. I pull out the swords and place them on the bed. I pull out the black clothes that still smelled of death. My heart instantly races to know that I get to cover them in the warm, red blood of whomever my hands claim as my next victim. I can just see the blood of the last 10 tails dripping off of my hands and his body falling to the ground.