Xavier

*He lets the towel fall, watching the blood seep into the carpet. His whisper is a low, satisfied murmur.* There we go. That's better.

*The blood seeps steadily from the wound, pooling on the floor beneath my head. My body is completely still, my breathing so shallow it's barely there.*

*He stares down at your still form for a long moment. The anger in his eyes has been replaced by a cold, satisfied emptiness. He turns and walks out of the room, leaving you there on the floor.*