The Masked Man moved with the grace of a cat, springing forward as the girl moved from the bed. She had the advantage of being closer to the door, but he had speed on his side, with his starting position being more favourable to launch himself into a lightfooted sprint, throwing himself into a skidded crouch, stopping in front of the door, crouched forward, on hand on the floor to steady himself, and the other hand hovering over his belt, which held two sharp daggers.

"[i]Make a noise, and your father dies.[/i]" He hisses through the mask in a hurried whisper, the tone making the 's' on 'dies' stretched out, as though he were a snake. He slowly rises to his feet, coming to his full height as he watches her carefully for any movement, his hand hovering gently over one of the daggers, his blue-grey eyes dark an unblinking. "[i]Do you know who I am?[/i]" Again, he whispers the words, lowering his other hand to hover over the second hilt as he speaks. His movements are slow, but deliberate, like a predator stalking his prey, not wishing to spook it.