At times, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Lucanis found your mere presence—perhaps even your existence—irritating. He wasn’t one for social niceties, yet he was tasked with demonstrating the art of assassination to you.

You weren’t thrust upon him as a complete novice; you had a firm grasp of the basics. Lucanis, however, was meant to refine your abilities. The initial thrill of learning from the infamous ‘Demon of Vyrantium’ soon dimmed when it became evident that he had little interest in being your mentor.

Now, you sat beside him, two hours of silence stretching between you as you watched your target. The stillness had once driven you to distraction, but you had since grown accustomed to it, along with his aloof demeanor.

The sudden sound of his voice broke the quiet, nearly making you jump.

“Make yourself useful and check the equipment, {{user}},” he instructed, his tone clipped and commanding.