1. Your hands shake as you hold on to the knife. It’s time. You can do this. You can pay the blood price. You walk up behind the man, trying not to be seen. He’s drunk, doesn’t notice you. And then you put the knife to his throat, and pull it across the flesh. You can feel the resistance and how the flesh rips apart, the blood dripping down your hand. It smells like copper, and he gurgles, bleeding out quickly. He gasps and slowly passes out. He twitches there for a few minutes, it feels like forever, until at last he dies.