I head back to my room, done with all the B.S. for today. When I reach my room I open the door and practically float to my bed. I then light a rosewood incense, Thank you father, for giving me incense that puts on the "mood" I think to my self, I start sharpening my hidden rope dart, but I instead examine my scars and tattoos. Thinking of all the memories in hell, and my old friends. Missing them all. I relise that I had cried, and wipe the tears away. I start to sharpen other weapons, like my karambit, Butterfly knives, kunai, machetes, bowie knives, ad a wide variety of other deadly weapons. I proceed to sharpen my rope dart, and buff the ball and the smudges of blood. I look deep in my mind, and remember the training I did to master the rope dart, as well as my other weapons.