[okayend]With the town starting to get better, you start to distance yourself from everyone.[b]You're worried they may find out the secret of your dagger.[b]One night, you notice a headless raven, perched on some rubble.[b]In an instant, your dagger is in your hand.[b]The bird lands on your shoulder and you can feel it is somehow burrowing its conciousness into yours.[b]Though fully aware, you have absolutely no control over your actions.[b]Fog billows out from the dagger and envelopes you in an impenetrable veil.[b]You spend the next twenty years travelling from city to city, assassinating members of royalty, absorbing their essence.[b]Then, with your body becoming too old and tired for the raven's liking, you are forced to turn the dagger on yourself, and crumble into ash.[end]