The Ghurkas are notoriously battle-worthy soldiers, known and praised for their combating skills.
They carry deadly sharp knives, which are honourbound, and when drawn must draw blood.
I happened upon one of said knives.
Lying abandoned in the street, still sheathed, looking as innocent as a weapon of such lethal design can.
I took it home and trophied it, occasionally taking it out and playing with it. Not being a Ghurka myself, I did not attack, or pierce myself before putting it back.
The only odd thing about it was on occasion, I would find its blade ridden with blood.
And piercings on my fingers.