Inevitably, night came again. Three cloaked figures were on the street again, once again, with purpose.
Forte's house was their destination tonight, but there was an unusual lock on the doors and windows. The figures were having trouble getting inside, they couldn't find an open anywhere.
Just as they were about to give up, one window, on the second floor of the house was forgotten by Forte, a fatal mistake. The figures climbed inside, and found Forte sleeping soundly, thinking he was safe. The three surrounded Forte, and one whispered in his ears "Goodnight, sweet prince" and cut his throat.
The cloaked figures fled from that place swiftly, all back into their beds, and all slept soundly.
Forte was a CIVILIAN
It is now DAY