Where are you taking me... Sir Honesty?

"I'll protect you, I promise, I've always been honest." the man's voice muffled under a black mask. In one gloved hand, he held a dagger, in the other; my palm. 

Amidst the darkened chaos, guards shouted for my title, brandished angered orders of: 'find her!'

"How can I trust you?" I asked the wounded man.

"I don't need your trust, but a truth's a truth."

With that, he led me down shadowed corridors, knocking out soldiers along the way. Soon I stood facing a dead-end. A purple magic circle under my feet.

"YOU LIAR!" I spurted, tears violating my face. His slow approach turned swift and a blade pierced my heart. The circle grew brighter from pleasure of my imminent doom.

"I said I'll protect you, but not from this world, sweety." He peeled off his mask for a cruel, distateful smirk, "from a world that's far, far more deadly."