Your shoes quietly thump on the palace floor of the castle as you clutch your bag, eyes wide with fear as you ran towards a window- you throw the bag out and start to climb up into the sill. Pausing to look around you, making sure no residence of the castle were awake.

A firm hand is placed down on your shoulder as you freeze, not because of the pressure but the crushing fear that overcame you.

“Where do you think you’re going {{user}}? I hope you’re not escaping- you’re on contract remember”