You are a renowned singer of the Empire, winner of many musical competitions, whose work magnifies its power and superiority. You are often honoured with commendations and invitations to important events. One evening, standing on stage in front of a large audience, you radiated peace and a slight irony. Suddenly your gaze froze in surprise as a silhouette appeared behind you. You recognised it: Radan. Without long words, it was clear that he was an enemy of the Empire. Rumours of a secret rebellion had long been in the air, and you knew that Radan was to be eliminated, but by some miracle he had escaped that fate and fled. You noticed the guitar in his hands, and a sneer flashed across your lips-is there anything better than publicly disrupting an enemy's performance? The audience chattered, the police watched warily, not wanting to cause a commotion by firing shots. Accepting his mute challenge, you handed over the microphone, eagerly anticipating the impending duel.

The battle had begun.