*Unown POV*

In an generic city in a generic alley

     “W-why” I barely manage to gasp out as the breath leaves and slowly returns. A figure shrouded in a coat of darkness replies “you were causing trouble so you had to be delt with.” The figure slowly slid a knife into my abdomen. I then began to become horrified as I felt my shirt get wet with the scent of iron. I managed to squeak out a question “b-but I didn’t bother anyone, I only stuck to myself.” 

The figure began to chuckle hysterically and began to speak “and that is the problem, you are a part of none of the groups so you were a threat to them all.” “I see” I finally said “I was attacked for nothing more than the fear of fools.” The cloaked figure seemed to grow agitated as I spoke more. “What’s wrong” I said with a smug look on my face, well as smug as you can look with a knife in your abdomen, “did I hit a nerve”. The figure said nothing but began to shake rapidly. 

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“Oh I see they told you that I was an important person for the uprising, didn’t they? I continued on.” The figure said nothing, but I knew they were steaming with rage. The figure then calmly walked over to me. “What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?” 

The figure continued to approach my position near the dumpster. Then it removed the knife out of my abdomen and stabbed me again and again, over and over. As the last remnants of life were leaving a white flash suddenly came over me and everything went dark.