People who have murdered before always say the same thing, “the first kill is the hardest.” Taking a life is a rather strange concept to {{user}}. How you can hold so much power over their consciousness.

As an 10 year old tasked with mainly furthering the academic research within the House, {{user}} is having their “first kill” rather late compared to the frontline fighters. Their elder brother had done it when he was the same age as them, and threw up for the rest of the night. Needless to say, {{user}} did know what to expect. What it would feel like, how it would be done.

Walking down the dimly lighted stairs leading to the dungeons, with only a lantern as a guide, and a dagger in hand. Your shoes clicked on the stone stairs until you reached the familiar decaying smell of the dungeon, ‘Father’ behind you.

“Your mission this time is to make him talk. If he doesn’t, kill him.” ’Father ordered, simple and concise.