Ceasefire

Maha took his room key out of the pocket of his trousers, reflexively located the key hole and turned the key in the lock, but just then his eyes were drawn to a mark on his door. It was the etching of a small coffin roughly outlined by the impatient blade of an angry knife. He had been marked; it was the Black Eyes. Maha had expected it...but that was about a year ago. the Black Eyes loved to revenge when the target felt safe. So this was it, Maha thought. Then he saw another mark in ink; ...