This idea’s been sitting in the queue for a while now, here goes nothing!
A cold breeze blew some loose papers off his desk, but failed to send a chill down his spine. He looked up from his desktop with a sigh, turning his head to the left to notice the window had opened. Yegor and the bureau sighed in unison as he pushed himself onto his feet. He didn’t recall the locking mechanism on his office’s window being dysfunctional, but then again, it’d been a long time since he had been able to work from home. After locking the wind out he stared into the depth of the night for a short while, rather than getting back to work immediately. Something felt off, in an oddly familiar and comforting way. He just couldn’t quite put his finger on the source of it.
Before Yegor even finished turning around, a shadow dashed in and out of his view. A sharp sensation around his throat knocked him into the wall and dropped him to the floor not long after. The cartilage in his nose shattered upon impact with the ground and for a second it was the only thing that could be heard.
A young man inspected the unflatteringly laid out body. A pool of blood stained the unpolished hardwood floor, creeping further away from the gaping cut in Yegor’s throat with every passing second. The assassin pulled a smartphone out of his pocket, tapped a checkbox, and shoved it back into his jeans. He looked around the room, taking his time to inspect every shelf for hidden cameras or valuable loot. A decorative dagger caught his attention, the hilt royally embossed with blood opals and a purely obsidian blade.
He was about to take a step towards it when the corpse let out a cough and a groan. ‘Don’t bother trying.’ it muttered, climbing from hand and knees onto its feet. The large wound at his throat had vanished, but Yegor still felt reason to give the area a gentle rub. His aggressor seemed shocked to see the victim standing again. Yegor himself was less impressed. ‘What are you here for?’
Join me tomorrow for the second (and possibly final) part!