(YAY I'M BACK!)
Ken cleaned his bloody knife, it was only an hour ago when he killed his newest target. He had to admit this one was the hardest. Five guards always guarded him almost anywhere. He sighed remembering that he killed could only kill him while he was sleeping, also he was scared of the rapid firing crossbows that shoots small metal arrows. He almost got hit by one when a guard spotted him. "Guns", that were those infernal contraptions was called. His most favorite vehicle was the motorcycle, a miracle how they got a carriage to be smaller with no horses.
Ken returned back to the kingdom, "Well" he thought "Home sweet home.