Victor opened his eyes. Pain, it was a fact of life. He had grown used to it by now. . .
Voices; who?
Slowly, shakily, Victor stood up.
Spati was standing not far away, talking to someone. Victor looked around, and there he saw the shadowy figure.
"How?" he asked, his fingers shaking slightly. "No one is supposed to know how to get in here."
"Don't you think they should just die, Graves?" Niddhogg's voice. It was only a memory, more memories.
"From now on you are Graves, Victor Graves. . .The Crimson Assassin"