[ WP ] Time freezes every time someone is about to die . You can not change their fate but you can speak to them in their frozen state to give them closure before they pass .

White. 
 
 A man lay in front of me, coughing up blood. More of the crimson fluid oozes out of a lethal puncture wound to the right lung - the blade entered from the front. He struggles to look up at me, hatred in his eyes. 
 
 That is to be expected. I killed him. 
 
 I have been to this place many times, used this power of mine on the important marks. I can not change the course of fate, nor do I choose to. Whatever will happen, in effect, already has. I only seek to stall the inevitable. My victims still die, but in their final moments I offer them salvation, get them to talk. Many fail to choose the former, but all of them have betrayed crucial information about their sins, and the sins of their collective. 
 
 Most of my targets are good people, unwittingly caught up in a war they can not comprehend, and unfortunately working for the enemy. If I could spare them, I would, but many of them are simply blind, following orders to get in our way. Orders which get them killed. Even I have remorse for the lives I've taken. Even I have my ideals, my creed to cling to. 
 
 There are a few among them, however - the ones with true authority - that manipulate and control, scheming to inherit the world from safe within their Ivory Tower. This man was one of them. All of them come from the worst of humanity. 
 
 Their goals are... admirable at best, but their methods of attaining them - through deception and slavery - are why people like me exist. The fact that they protect themselves with unjust laws does n't hamper our ability to deliver swift justice, it only means we are criminals to do so. Not that we were n't already. 
 
 This is a war fought and won from the shadows, to preserve the light of humanity from getting snuffed out by greed. 
 
 The man spits at my feet, before rolling over face up and becoming still. It seems that he's done talking. I squat down, respectfully closing his eyes before leaving. He's told me enough. I have my next mark. Soon, very soon now their organization will fall. If I do n't live to see it, I guarantee my followers will. 
 
 I stand up as color rushes to the world again. The wind rushes through the antiquated streets, and I can hear a bell toll in the distance. I look down, frowning that I got a splotch of blood on my garments. Usually I'm better at that, but the crimson stain rests against the white of my robe, like the dark spot in Humanity that was just erased. 
 
 Without hesitation I turn, don my hood, and disappear into the crowd. 
 
 *Requiescat in Pace*
