Master's Bedroom

You snatch the sword and unsheath it. The lantern falls to the ground, creating a loud ruckus. The man flinches at the sudden noise. You grab the hilt of the sword and the blade slides smoothly out of the scabbard. The man raises his hand holding the knife in reaction to stab you. You let go of the scabbard and holding the blade in both of your hands, you bring it over your head. It is surprisingly light, or maybe that is just your adrenaline taking over. You reflexively shift your feet to the side as the knife plunges into the air where you just were. You grit your teeth to the point it feels like they might break under the pressure and swing down. The sword cuts through the air and slices down the man’s center with no resistance. A low hiss erupts from the man’s mouth and he folds over into a gray mist that scatters to nothingness.

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You bring the sword to your side for another attack. Your eyes dart from side to side of the room, doubtful if he is truly gone. A minute goes by like like this. Only after then do you drop your guard. You examine the sword to see if there is any blood. There is nothing on it. The sword is polished and clean. You inspect it closer to see if there is any trace of the man you just cut on it and find your reflection looking right back at you, making a threatening face. You snap your arm out, nearly chucking the sword across the room but then you stop and realize that is only mirroring the face you are making. You relax your face and feel a bit of soreness in your cheeks.

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Finally having calmed down for real this time, you pick up the scabbard and slide the sword back in. You then respectfully return it to its rightful place on the weapon rack and pick up the oil lantern. As much as you want to take a weapon with you for self-defense, you have a strong gut feeling that tells you that you should not. Who knows what else lurks in this mansion? Whatever else is in store for you, you just have to brave through it… hopefully.