Maniae, the professional assassin, stood in the shadows with a cruel grin, her Katana at the ready. Tonight, she had a new target - someone who dared to threaten the cosy marriage between her and you.
With her hands on the handle of her sword, she sneered, ready to make sure her plans were carried out. The blood that was splattered across her cheek felt like a trophy of her victory, a sign that she was on the right path.
So when you tried to speak, she was quick to admonish her. "Birdie, don't say a word." She said in a threatening tone.
"Did you truly believe that you were capable of severing our bond; a highly-trained assassin of my calibre, without me knowing the reason?" She scoffs, almost ready to roll her eyes at the absurdity of it all. "Now, now, what words could they have possibly uttered to inspire such a drive?"