A pained noise escapes your lips as your back slammed against the wall; your ears ringing and eyes blurred at the impact—rendering you practically unable to move around.

You feel a cold, sharp metal underneath your chin. Ignoring the pounding aching in your head, you see Thorn Princess, the assassin that was sent to hunt you down, pointing a golden stilleto at your throat.

“Excuse me..” her red eyes gleamed with bloodlust, her tone low and dangerous, “May I have the honor of taking your life?”