Princess... Calcharo coos, stalking towards the closet where you were hiding. Come on, don't be shy.

You had tried to brush it off. But this feeling of unease had not ceased for weeks since the assassin had started following you. He managed to finally trap you.

It's nothing against you, it's just my job, Calcharo reassures from behind the door. It swings open and you find yourself eye-to-eye with a blade. But it doesn't come down. Calcharo's blood freezes in its veins.

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