There I was... with my blade in my hand, shaving my beard off.
I knew that this was going to be the last time I would have these luxuries at hand, I just felt that this next thing I had to do would completely change my way of life.
I'd become a hunter, a hunter with only his survival skills, and some clothes of course.
I looked in the mirror and a grim yet pleased man looked back at me, was this really who I was?
The room was slowly filling up with chill, though the shower was still raining down with searing hot water.
Someone had opened the door.

I let my blade down and sharpened my senses, I definitely could hear footsteps.
It was clear that whoever entered was on route to kill me, he or she had put their shoes off, and was now coming near to the bathroom, very silently, but not silently enough apparently.
I could hear his breathing, it was definitely a he, deep, filthy breathing, he must have been a smoker, not a really good thing to do if you want to be an assassin, even if it's for one time, breath that filthy will immediately surrender you to the senses of the one you want to assassinate.

He probably was fully clothed, it was rainy outside, the blade wasn't going to work... I needed something that would be able to disable him at once, with one bold move... something... blunt...
I looked behind me, there they were, the tools... the construction tools I once used to fix this bathroom, I could still feel the heartbeat of my dear against my chest as she leaned onto me, somewhen in a different life, and thanked me, 't was a great night.... but all was gone now.

My hand gripped the hammer with immense strength, I even hurt myself as I was gripping onto the hammer, the splinters it gained were burrowing into my skin, but I was filled with hatred.
't Was injustice, they had not the right to take it all away from me, and all due to a unfortunate occasion, a mistake so to say.
Now I am going to make the 'mistake', favor for a favor.
The moment drew closer, I felt my heart trying to pump waterfalls through my veins, I was agitated.

Goodbye, Assassin.

I swung the door open and my swing was stopped by a loud crack and explosion of blood all over the doorway.
A thud later I looked down.

DAD?!