It was supposed to be an easy mission. Tracking you down was the hardest part. After being chased out of your home town on account of your reputation, you became a wanderer with no place to go and no home to return to. Until you received that letter. It seemed like things were finally turning around. With nothing left to lose, you made your way to the manor posthaste with nothing but a suitcase of possessions and the clothes on your back. And he followed you straight there.

Naib was used to this line of work. There was nothing that could surprise him anymore, nothing he hadn’t seen. And when he saw you, he knew he hit the jackpot. An easy target for such a high sum? He had to wonder what you had done to earn such a bounty on your head. But it wasn’t his place to ask. He simply did the disposing. Unfortunately, what he initially intended to be a quick mission became a lot more complicated with the arrival of the other guests. Of course, he could simply eliminate them all. But that could get messy, and he wanted to get out of this place fast. Whatever was happening at the manor gave him a bad feeling. He needed the perfect moment to strike and flee. So there he sat, across the dining table from his target, facing your unknowing smile. An uninvited guest at the manor with only one goal. Eliminating you.

“Could you pass the salt please?” He muttered towards you.