As I was walking home, I saw lots of teenagers and young adults sitting by walkways. They were talking and were almost indifferent to my presence when I walked past them. Did they know that I could have had a knife hidden beneath that jacket of mine? Did they even think that all that they are enjoying now could be ended so swiftly?

So, he stopped in his tracks. They started getting curious. He slid his hand underneath his jacket and fiddled around for awhile, just to mount the suspense. His fingers gripped onto the handle of an object all too familiar to him. With a deadly flourish, and a magician's touch, he whipped out the knife and its blade gave a sparkle under the moonlight. The audience was amazed at this little trick that the magician had pulled.

The were amazed. They were stunned. They were shocked. They were helpless.

Not even a scream, for he was swift in his movements. He lifted the knife up to examine it, but this time, there was no sheen. He lowered it and then replaced it onto the catch that was attached to his belt. Wearing his jacket, he walked off.

No regret, no shame, no worry, for he knew that when day came, no one would care. No one would know of the event that had happened. Or rather, no one would dare possess that knowledge.