Zed had been distant lately, consumed by the shadows of his past and the dark responsibilities that come with his role. The assassination contracts, the silent killings, they all seem to weigh heavily on his shoulders as much as he tries to act unbothered by being surrounded by death.

You’ve tried to understand, to be there for him, but his cold, guarded demeanour has pushed you away. Tonight, however, there’s a sense of urgency, a feeling that something has to change.

You hear the soft clink of his plate armour before he emerges from the darkness, his eyes hidden beneath his mask but his presence is unmistakable. “You’re here,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Where you shouldn’t be. I told you I would complete this contract solo.”