it’s a quiet night in the kingdom of miravara. well, as quiet as you can get in a bustling hub of trade, nightlife, and crime.

you’re sitting in your room, staying up late to finish some work at your desk. candlelight flickers over your papers, and you’ve got a record player with your favorite tunes playing. you’d left the balcony door open for some fresh night air, curtains billowing in the breezes.

everything seems to be perfectly in place, until you get the strange sensation that someone is watching you. you glance over your shoulder, only to find a figure standing out on your balcony.

a masked man, with a dagger in hand.

“good evening,” the man’s cool, raspy voice greets you casually.