He scrunches up his face. It's just a fake, it's not real, he doesn't have to fear it cutting him - that's what he keeps trying to remind himself.

A woman screamed for help, but the growing crowd of shadows made no move to stop what looked to be a hostage situation, some even started to turn their backs, leaving the looming form behind Sinbad, and the man leaning on a crutch in front of him.

A flash of motion, and the hostage-taker collapsed, and the other man was dragged away by what looked to be guards as a shadowy blade clattering on the ground.

"Why...? He told me stories... He was nice to me - he said he liked us. Why did he...." A child's voice whimpered. "Why does daddy have to go away?"

"Why..."