Hans Schienfield woke up early in the morning inside his hideout, he put on his equipment and grabbed his weapon, ready to mug a few unfortunate travelers.

  He meandered around the back alleys' of the city like a shadow searching for an unlucky victim.

  Hans chanced upon a young man speaking aloud to himself. Believing the man to be crazy, he thought "This will be an easy catch, lucky me"

  Hans snuck up on the young man and after putting his dagger to his throat, he said sharply, "Give me everything you got kid, or you're not gonna see the sun rise tomorrow morning."

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  The young man sighed tiredly and replied. "Are you sure you really want to do this, I'm going to give you one chance, only because I'm in a very good mood right now. Walk. Away."

  Hans chuckled and said. "You're not fooling anybody kid, hand it all over or die."

  The young man sighed once again and said "Well, I gave you a chance at least, don't blame me, blame Oria."

  The young man swiftly pulled out a large sword and chopped Han's head off in one clean motion.

  Hans last thoughts were. 'Did this really just happen?!'

  As he began to fall into Kane's embrace, he heard "Well at least this piece of human trash had a few goodies for me".

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  The death of Hans Schienfield, Event glimpsed during the 527th year of the Alluminus Imperial Calendar