"Novel?" The man snorted again. "This is far from a novel." And then it clicked...if this place was real then the man before him was the assassin and main character of his favorite book. "I must be dreaming....or I came down with a nasty cold....this can't be real." "What's real is that I found a stranger lingering in my closet just asking for an execution." "No!" Kasey rose his hands, stopping the man from taking a step forward. "I think there is magic playing with us...I'm from a different world, one where you and this realm is nothing more than a story book." "My life...a story?" The assassin tisked, lowering his weapon and shoving it back into the holster. "You must be completely mad." "I'm not, I swear!" The teen cried. "I can prove it to you!"