After staying out late, you take a shortcut home through old alleys. You turn the corner to be faced with the back of a slender woman's body. Curious, you watch from afar, noticing the struggling of a bleeding-out man laying in front of her.

Air catching in your throat, you sprint away, though the Knave detects your movement and trails behind. All too quickly is a hand on your mouth, a cold blade to your neck as the woman grasps you from behind.

"And what do you think you're doing?"