Dracoto

        It was getting closer, and he knew it. Every time he tripped, every time he fumbled or hit a dead end and had to run out of a shadowed alleyway, it was getting closer. He had already wasted two shots of his pistol on it, but the thing -- for that was all he could think to describe it as -- just kept coming. He dropped his rapier by now, tripping on a drain gutter and losing his chance of safety as it clattered away into the darkness. He was running out of options, just as his life was running out on him. The crash of barrels behind the frantic man made him pick up the pace, sprinting down the d