Prologue
Stumbling through the pitch blackness, the man tried to haul himself away from his attacker and towards the safety of his villa. Begging in desperation, he threw his crimson-coated hands at the assailant’s body, only to crumple to the ground as he felt the cold, sharp metal thrust through him like an arrow aimed perfectly at its destination.
His eyes wide with terror, he sank slowly and softly to the ground. He tried to reach for the silhouetted figure at the far end of the street, in the vain hope that someone might save him. Yet no-one answered his call, as his life ebbed away.
