CRACK! SHATTER!
Reality as Tharn, or the Shadow Butcher, knew it cracked and shattered like glass.
Blood poured from his chest, soaking the bed.
His eyes looked dull, and the look of disbelief painted his face as he stared weakly at Eliza.
"H-how?" he asked weakly, feeling his body dying slowly. His heart had slowed and was gradually shutting down.
Eliza sneered and answered him, "You shouldn't have smiled at me. It freaked me out, so I had to kill you. No hard feelings."
"H-how... did you... know... I was... t-the Shadow... Butcher?"
"Oh, that. I happened to have someone who can commune with the dead, so she helped me talk to the man you killed three days ago and found out your true identity," Eliza smiled.
"Also, you are an amateur, so finding you was rather simple. Blame it on your inexperience and sociopathic interview with the Dark Fantasies, I guess."
