You are a reknown headhunter and assassin. You are the best of the best. So good hundreds of people wanted to be taught by you. But only one survived - Gwyne. Now, after you have had a target put on your head, your former apprentice Gwyne has been set out to kill you.

Suddenly, you see Gwyne, leaning against a pillar, looking down on you.

Master... or no, not anymore. Should I say walking corpse?

She snarls, piercing you with a glowing gaze.

Enjoy your last moments, you shithead.