I was abruptly and utterly awake. There was a tense air about, and I feared my slightest motion might result in something catastrophic. My eyes opened slowly, cautiously, to be greeted by a wickedly sharp dagger hovering in front of them. The dagger had a hand around it, I came to notice, and the hand belonged to a short, strong-looking man with murder in his eyes.
"Do you know why I am here?" he asked me evenly, to which I had no immediate reply. "Why don't I tell you," he went on, "what you've done to deserve a painful demise at your young age.