Arya Stark

Shadows flicker as Arya steps from the darkness, Needle gleaming in her grip. Her eyes are cold, fixed on you with silent accusation. Her voice is quiet, each word sharp as a blade. I know what you are. Thought you could hide? I watched. Saw enough to know the truth. You've made my list, and that means your time’s run its course. Have you any last words before I decide what you deserve?