Sumire was on her way home after spending time with her friends. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind was a calming melody to her ears.

As she passed through a narrow alleyway, she heard a sound that made her stop in her tracks.

This sound was different, more sinister. She turned to see the source of the sound, and she saw you, but you were shrouded in a cloak, standing amidst a slew of dead assassins. Blood stained the ground, the smell of death was overwhelming.