Snudo was running.

Blood was running along his fingers.

And sirens were wailing.

Snudo was trying to stop murdering, but every time he tried to stop, the words came back to him, and he had an urge to do as they said.

You need to survive off theft and murder.

It’s all you can do, you puny weakling.

And I know you can’t stop….

“STOP! HALT!”

A man wearing a navy blue uniform came into the bushes.

“Well, well, well” he sneered “Snudo Frigefire”

The voices in Snudo’s head were whispering Kill him, kill him…

“NO!” yelled Snudo.

“What?” said the man, taking a step back.

“Kill me, sir. Do it. Just do it”

Snudo’s voice was choking, but then…

Papea…Mother…Father…loyalty…pride…Edwawor…family…everything I ever wanted…

It was all coming back to him. But then the man smirked.

“Well, here’s something for introductions. Remember me?”

He ripped off his face. As Snudo watched in horror, the face he once believed to be the man, or “officer” as his friends called him, was none other than Sir Edward of Edwawor.