'Wh-who are you?' Stammered the man as a dark clad figure stepped out of the shadows. 'Who am I? I am the knife that seeks your heart, the frightened cry made as you slip into oblivion. Who am I? I am Death,' whispered the figure as a dagger appeared, its long thin blade gleaming harshly in the dim light, ' It is time.' A soft gurgle came from the dying man as he slumped to the ground his crimson blood flowing out of the small star-shaped wound in his chest as the figure known only as Shadow pulled down its mask and slipping once more into the shadows of night.