Jon struggled against the bonds that kept his arms behind his back, though he knew that his captures were too smart to leave a way of escape. He couldn’t let them suspect that he knew what was happening. The illusion was his weapon, and with it, he could uncover their secrets and resurrect a fallen world.

Someone kicked the back of his knees, causing Jon to fall upon the cobblestone floor. The pain was dulled by the regular painkillers that he took, however it was still a shock to his system that he wasn’t quite ready for. Had the black bag been only slightly see through he could have braced himself, but his captures knew what they were doing. Clearly, they had done this before.

“Do you know why you are here, Jon Knife?”

“Here? In the Early European Antiquities wing of the city museum? No. I have no idea.” He said it with a smug grin on his face, one that could be heard clearly. There were only so many places that still had that type of floor, but it didn’t explain why these people had dragged him here.

“You are clearly as clever as they say. May that be to your advantage. We are here to hire you.”

Jon wasn’t sure he was too found of this type of potential employment interview, but the location and their knowledge of his “work” had his curious.

“What would you like me to do?”

“Kill the Black Finger.”

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