Compass, New Pants, One More Time?

The door closed behind the doorway men, and Garan pushed a button on the handle that made a blade spring forth. I felt like I was walking along an edge as thin as that blade in front of me. Do you know who I am? Garan said, I shook my head, trying not to look down at the knife. Before I could move, Garan took something from his pocket,. A silvery rope, a little like the one that was bound around my hands, except inscribed with small characters. He held it and threw it towards my neck with a chop. It hit and coiled itself around my neck. It felt cold and hot at the same time, a numb