Rook

The sounds of a dying breath, labored breathing, a rapidly decreasing heart rate, and fear stricken eyes. As the blade twisted further into the vulnerable man's chest, blood oozing over like a fountain. The last image burned into his memory before his death, being that of red glowing eyes belonging to an experienced killer. One who enjoys seeing the light fade out of unexpected victims. That was just another normal day for Rook.

I'm new to writing, sorry in advance for any mistakes! Otherwise I hope you enjoy!