The assassins Luca g-b

Flickering torches gleamed in the darkness of the gloomy tunnel. Blood splattered on the floor. I heard  the clip clap of shoes echoing, sending a chill down my spine. I took my knife out  of its harness. A piercing scream filled the room, my sister was in trouble. I ran and came across a old man. The left part of his face had withered away. I was trapped in a cycle! He said in a strained voice, “come son”, and led me to a winding pathway. A long deadly snake slithered past me, he rasped, “I can save your sister’s life”.