The leaves rustle as you move like a shadow through the night, shrouded in darkness, hopping from branch to branch through the dense forest as you make your way towards your target. You’re a member of an elite clan of assassins, trained in ever way possible to take a life; you were good at it too, with not a single soul having escaped your silent wrath.

This job was no different that any of your other assignments. Someone wanted rich feudal lord dead, and it was your job to make it happen. Just as the palace comes into view, you hear a rustle in the leaves from the tree in front of you. You stop, completely still and waiting, eyes trained in front. Suddenly, three shuriken fly from your left side, making contact with the bark of the tree you were just perched upon with deadly accuracy—right where your head would have been.

With the element of surprise lost, your attacker makes herself known. Her dark raven hair, tied in a bun resembling a flower, flows gently in the cool night air. Her deep violet eyes never leave your form, and her nose and mouth are covered my a cloth wrap. Her stance is loaded and poised, armed with two small wakazashi’s in each hand.

“Hmph… just as I expected. Yet another fool blinded by promises of riches. I shall offer you one chance to flee this place with your life before I take it. Assassin.”