USA, NY, NYC, Millennium UN Plaza Hotel, The king's room
2012, August 17th , 3:38 PM.
The explosive noise of discharged bullets drowning the sound of whimpering men desperate for their last breath threw the king away from the window and back. He looked at Morocono as the man took one last swig of his bottle and threw it aside, going for his holster and retrieving his black Glock pistol. Something went terribly wrong outside, and someone is about to pay for touching the King's men.
The door did not burst open in a grand display of brute force but instead a figure emerged from underneath it as a shadow and manifested itself for a moment in the room. It drew a pistol at the King, and before his friend could fire his gun the woman fired hers at the King. It was a strange gun indeed, a small colorful device like no other he had ever seen. After she had shot the gun, nothing happened. The woman dressed in leather clothes and looking more like a dream than reality was then hit by a shot from Morocono's pistol. She was tossed aside but quickly drew back into her shadow form, running away from the King's aid and the assassin. The King pulled down the curtains covering the large window and illuminated almost all of the shades in the room before the assassin could get near his friend.
She snapped a small knife out of her boot and prepared herself as the man charged at her. She plunged her knife deep inside his stomach but the King didn't flinch. He grabbed her arm, the sizzling noise of her flesh echoing through the room and ran towards the window, throwing her and him down the building. He had to protect his last friend on this earth, even if it meant breaking his curse and meeting death.
He held the assassin tighter as she tried to stab him another time but the two then quickly entered the shadow cast by the building, a perfect route for the shadow assassin to escape in. The King fell down into the busy street, his body thrown at the front of one of the parked cars outside of the hotel.