It was a dark, cold night in the sea side fishing town of Rybaření. A silent night, disturbingly quiet. Until "Bang!" a shot was fired. A man helped down to the ground. A deadly silhouette holstering his hot flintlock, with smoke billowing out from the barrel. It was unmistakably the murder weapon of decision. But wait, the strangers shadow was cast, a lantern lit behind him, swinging in the wind cast by an old withering hand. An old woman seen confused about her surroundings had no time to question what had happened. Before she could do as much as move a lip, the strange man, once hid behind the barrels, a witness, shot off like a startled cat, running underneath the starlit sky. Running through the brisk air, the cold breeze hitting his face like a million tiny needles. He tried to yell for help, but struggled to shout as he panted for his breath as he carried on sprinting down the wet cobbled path. Lanterns lights blurred round his eyes at the speed he was travelling. He sharply turned right down a pitch black alley still maintaining speed, hoping to shake his interceptors. Failing, he grind to a halt, reaching a dead end he began to panic desperately seaching for an escape. Realising he was out of luck, he span round hoping to double back, but it was too late. The black shadows of two rough looking men were blocking the only way in and out of this damp, dark alley. He continued to keep distance, as well as the mysterious figures blocking his exit, as if they were waiting for someone. The tension of waiting to see what was going to happen was slowly but surely deteriorating him. "What were they waiting for?" until finally another dark firgure arrived, but this one was more fimble, shorter and less bulky than the others. He made a hand gesture to signal what the victim feared. The two men casualy stolled over to their prey and with out even a second glance they raised their fists and ...
