Scar remained uncharacteristically still. There was an odd, thick feeling in his throat.

"I don't know. I didn't see it coming."

Which was the most frighting of all of this. He had been readying himself for a fight one moment, and the next he had been bleeding to death needlessly, pointlessly. Nobody had ever been able to sneak up on Scar in such a way. And he had never seen a monster so close to the bedrooms.