[b]Mister Sandman[/b] [i]Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Make him the cutest that I've ever seen Give him the word that I'm not a rover Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over...[/i] The man in the robes hums the tunes sinisterly in the cellar. He takes the small metal pole from his pocket and incapable it, revealing a scalpel. The man shrouded in glittering robes walks to the woman on the surgical bed, screaming through her gag, completely nude with her hands at feet restrained. The man brings the scalpel to her neck, cutting a line through it masterfully as the naked woman flails, trying to flee from her metal continues to no avail. The man smirks under his turbine and sews the cut back up masterfully, then uses the scalpel on her chest, digging into it to delicately pull out her bloody heart. He lays it down on a sheet of cloth, wrapping it and placing it in a case, leaving the cellar he works in. The outside is hot, as the man in robes strides through the burning sand of Erot, avoiding all of the advertisements and men staring at his strange outfit. He smirks under the cloth once again, as he strides out of Erot. Smiling, he reaches the rendezvous point, where a note sits next to a pile of Vashin, the Ashuna currency. The note reads: [i]Ralterna Settlement 4752 Cyrsa Road Burn this message.[/i] The man collects the money next to the note, and leaves the note there, as he walks into the shimmering dunes, seeking the next target. [spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]