I kept strolling around dark alleys while deviating from my original path, which would be going home. I will try to reach the narrowest alleys, give the predator the perfect hunting conditions so that they attack me, and try to devour me. They say, the best time to strike a predator, is when it is hunting and going for the coup de grâce. I wonder who is following me, maybe The Earl? No, impossible. He would just come directly and face me. Maybe another entity from the bourgeois? Why? I did nothing that would imbalance the universe. This keeps us with two possibilities, and one has two variants. The first possibility is that this is a contract holder, the 2 variants are either this guy is Luckys partner in crime, or it is a rogue contract holder that decided to kill or abduct me. Maybe they are 2, both watched till we showed our abilities, and now since I and Lucky are tired, they will use this opportunity to strike us down. The second possibility is that this is just an average burglar who is trying to steal my belongings which is not so menacing as a contract holder with unknown abilities. Remember, the fear of the unknown is the most powerful fear of them all. All I can say is that if the first probability with one of its variants is correct, all they know about me is that I can create puppets or clones that look like me, they are also immortal like zombies, but they aren't indestructible. And they don't know if I can create more than one, but if they are careful enough they will assume I can make more than one. Sadly, no one knows my true powers, except of course The Earl and dear Psyche. This can be used as bait as if I can only create clones. This gives me the advantage of surprising them with the creative horrors my mind contains. This sounds like a fun quarrel, yet at the same time, it is still disadvantageous for me since I don't know their ability. I could escape from them, a tactical withdrawal. I could do that, easily. I could then find a way to pinpoint the whereabouts of this hidden assassin and have the upper hand. But, I am in a dare-devilish mood, I feel like limit testing the extent of my ability, battle IQ, and cheer power of will. What is the worse that can happen? Me getting knocked out and losing? Impossible. I would never lose to anyone. Even if Leonardo DaVinci showed up as a contract holder and challenged me I would still outwit him and defeat him. My ability is supreme. I will conquer my anxiety and conquer this enemy. I kept walking while thinking of every possibility, of every worst-case scenario, and how to flip it onto a best-case scenario, then I finally reached an alley who is very narrow, an alley that was towered by skyscrapers, so it was quite isolated the perfect hunting scene. Even if tired, I felt like it was my duty to yet perform another scene, curtain calls. I call this act: "The Lamb devours The Wolf ".

The hidden presence finally decided to do something, they jumped from a building using a bungee rope and fell onto me trying to stab me with his dagger. But, I was fully ready,  I didn't even turn my whole body, only my face and the hand that caught his hand from the wrist before him stabbing me, yes him. It was a man in his late 20's, probably 29 or so. A Native American male with a full black outfit, a black trench coat, a black turtle neck, black oversized trousers, and black shoes. He looked like the average native American man, attractive but had a tint of psychopathy on his face. He had a tattoo on the hand that held his dagger, a Sioux tribal symbol, to exact a dreamcatcher symbol. The way he looked at me perfectly represented the Kubrick stare which is the act of looking at someone with the head tilted downward and eyes peering upward from beneath the eyebrows. It usually meant the person wearing this stare is quite deranged. He smiled at me and I smiled at him and said:" quite the spectacular landing, you look like the hanged man tarot card in this position. I am Fear, but I assume you already know who I am. I hold The Magician tarot card, and I guess you are The Hanged Man. From your looks, I would say that you are a native American man with, a nice tattoo by the way. "

He then responded: " Yes I do know who you are Fear. I am Kichil Anakin, which means night soldier in my native language. I am the holder of The Hanged Man tarot card. I am the companion of Lucky Blaze. I gotta admit, you did him dirty and as a proud warrior, I will take revenge for him. I was intending to follow you till you reach home and then handicap you and torture you till you willingly hand me your contract so I could end your life. But, looking at how you started strolling around chaotically, I understood that you knew I was following you, so I waited for the perfect time and place to ambush you."

I then said arrogantly:" But, you are in a pickle here, you didn't even scratch me with your dagger, your assassination plan has failed. What are you gonna do now you little backstabber? You failed your job, you are either a rusty assassin or my reflexes are unmatched. Either way, your loss, is my win. "

He then laughed and ejaculated:" Oh no no no , don't get me wrong. My plan was never to stab you, it was just a decoy for my real plan. The real plan was to be in physical contact with you, and I successfully succeeded, you touched me. WELCOME TO PAPRIKA! "