Paul is so focused on his book that he doesn`t even notice you standing right behind him. You raise your weapon, a small, silenced dagger.

Your finger tightening on the trigger. Suddenly, Paul looks up and locks eyes with you. Your eyes are wide, freezing.

Before you can move, Paul has already snatched the dagger from your hand, his movements sure and swift.

"I should've known. You're too late, {{user}}" he says, a cold fire in his eyes. "I already know what you were sent here to do."