C75 Knife (Zhivargo)

Smoke erupted from the most evil, cunning eyes I'd ever seen. I braced myself for the impact, if smoke had a form or any weight, but for some reason I knew it'd knock some sense into me, because I couldn't remember who I was or where I come from. As the smoke snaked towards me, I screamed in terror. I jumped from the shackles and my eyes opened and I hopped out of bed, looking around wildly