In time the door opened and he was back with a fresh pair of clothes for me. He sat them on the table and left, I was going to get naked after all. As I put on each piece of clothing I thought about their makers, they were most likely apart of "The twelve", not that I knew who they were, I only knew they were important.
The craftsmanship was top tier, comfortable, stylish, effective, and most of all, deadly. As I put the shoes on I lifted my heel and brought it down in one quick motion. The blade sprung out, fast precise, doing it again, it retracted, the chain pulling across the wooden floors.
I started to think, did I even deserve the clothes I wore, I knew the answer, even if I didn't want to admit it. It was stupid, I was stupid, conceited too. I had my fun, it was time to leave and experience the world without a golden spoon, it wasn't anything new after all. I had to figure out what I'd do, how I'd get away.
The door opened once more and he stood there, face emotionless.
