Can't Kill and Wouldn't Kill
In the dark and Erie silent inn room where Lilly was sleeping, a shadow of a tall figure loomed over the sleeping Lilly.
In its hands, a razor-sharp dagger coated with deep green poison shined in the moonlight. The dagger was inches away from Lilly's throat, showcasing the Figure's intentions.
Anyone would be confused as to why the Figure was not continuing its attack. But if they looked closely enough, they would have been able to see the Figure's body trembling slightly.
"Why don't you continue?" A voice sounded in the once-silent room as one of the lanterns in the room automatically lit up.
The lantern gave enough light to see other people in the room, but it was dark enough that anyone would get chilled if left alone.
Lilly lay on her bed with her eyes wide open and a huge evil grin plastered on her face. Her cold eyes, contradicting her grinning face, looked dead right into the Assassin's eyes.