I awoke this morning in an unfamiliar location. I was along the outskirts of a vast castle; a strong feeling of deja vu seared through my veins at that precise moment. The castle looked as if it was replicated from far in the past. Looking down to my hand, I quickly realized that I was holding a dagger, a dagger with a thick, dark, red substance crawling through the ridges of the seemingly sharp edge. Unaware as to how I had come to a situation like this, I recalled that I had had a couple drinks the night before. Could I have drunkenly danced over to a castle and stabbed a creature with the dagger lying before me? My first impulse was, run! But curiosity took hold of me, and I cautiously went to explore.
             I began to walk through the entrance of the castle, attempting to confirm my prior belief of my possibly action. As soon as I got all the way inside I was met with an excited smile, a beautiful woman who said "did you do it?" I was wondering what she meant when she interrupted my train of thought by saying "come on, why didn't you plant the dagger on the drunken guards." I gave her the knife and she told me to follow her to the king's chamber. It was on the second floor so we walked up the stairs and to a large room were indeed two men were passed out in front of another room. The mysterious woman told me to put the knife in the fat man's hands. This was so who ever finds the king's body will put the blame on the guards because they were drunk and not in normal mind. They wouldn't even know if they really did do it. I decided to go and plant the knife on the bigger of the two men. As soon as I grabbed the man's hand in order to slip the knife in he awoke before he screamed for help I slit his throat and went over to the other guard and stabbed him also. I thought this was the only way. I went into the room the guards were in front of to see what I had done earlier...