"Watch Man: Part IV - Conclusion", "I abruptly awoke. Grabbing my neck, I came up out of my chair, gasping for air. It was clear what I was dealing with now. I was frightened by what it said. I knew it meant it would kill me if I made another deal. But that was how I got my income. I wasn't experienced, what else would I do? 'Ah, I'm probably just paranoid,' I said. I made my way to the shower. In the time I did sleep that night, my headache managed to go away. I was off once again to make more deals. Only one deal that day. We were to meet in another alley like the deal two nights earlier. I was no longer afraid of the shady people I dealt with. The dark being that tormented me was the only thing that made me fearful of what was to come. Daylight melted to night time and I was off to make my deal for the night. The obnoxious pounding migraine returned the closer I got to the alley. Something told me to just turn around, go home, and retire my career. I knew if I did that, there would be a lot of angry customers that I would have to deal with. As I kept driving, I began to hate myself because I was a villian. It never crosses your mind that what you're doing is bad until it's too late. I thought about the creature that was becoming the topic of my everyday life. Then it struck me. This was my conscience! Relieved, I thought I was haunting myself through hallucinations. It must've come from all the stress.' I arrived with a clear mind. My unsettling migraine, however, remained. 

I approached my client. His back faced me. I called to him for his package. He turned towards me, slowly removed the package, payed me, and vanished before my eyes into a black mist. I was stunned. My conscience appeared in his place. It was Goliath and I was David. But I had no weapon that could hurt it. I looked up at it and it said to me, 'I am not your conscience!' The same long, black knife that it had in my dream appeared in its hand. I couldn't move a muscle. It was like rigor mortis had set in before I died. The mist that surrounded its body, engulfed me as well. I glanced up at my killer's soulless red eyes. Tears fell from mine as it took the already bloodied knife to my throat and began cutting. I fell to my knees, bleeding out. Our eyes were still locked with each other as my vision began to fade. 'Where I'm going won't be pleasant,' kept racing through my mind. The last thing I heard it mutter before I died was, '...I'm your Watch Man.' The Watch Man: Hell's fallen guardian angel."
