I strap myself into a harness and slide the knife into a holster on its back, with a tied string attached onto it leading up my long right sleeve. I then put on the shirt, vest, pins.... Finally, with a heavy sigh, I look into the mirror as I straighten my hat.
"Kalem... Remember your primary directive. You mustn't let it diminish against your seco–AAAAA!!!"
Tuevon screams as he is suddenly pulled inside a dark-looking portal from behind.