He could remember it much to well. I wrote. My quill going up and down over the paper. For a first time in his life, he had experienced a murder. It would not be the last either. But the young fourteen year old Ahos Kun, would be scared for the rest of his life. I looked up and sighed as I put the quill down and thought about the incident. I could really remember it all too well. It was done by a young man, with slicked back black hair but two thin strands of his hair fell over his eyes. They went down past his shoulders. They were pure white. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of thin sun glasses. I know this because I punched the man, break