The Impostor

"Why do you look so terrified?" Alnos asked his bodyguard Dane.

He didn't look the least bit bothered by the threat on the wall.

Dane didn't reply immediately, he was quivering in fear.

Then he spoke quietly. "I know who this is, he is The Impostor."

Alnos scoffed, "What a cheesy name. What about him has gotten you so shaken up? What do you know about him?"

"I know nothing," Dane said regaining a bit of his composure. "I only know him by his alias."

"What do you mean you know nothing?" Alnos retorted, he was becoming irritated. "There must be information about him somewhere, find it!"

"There isn't." Dane said falling into a chair facing Alnos with a resigned look on his face. " Anyone who knew anything about him beyond his alias is long dead and seeing as he is targeting us, you might as well write your will."