Deep within Sustaria lay a hidden community, divided into two factions—one for men, the other for women.

They worked in the dead of night, cloaked in black, their masks concealing everything but their cold, soulless eyes.

To the wealthy, they were monsters—vampires drained of humanity. But to the exploited and mistreated, they were something else entirely. Unconventional. Unseen. A silent force of justice.

They were assassins.

And you were one of them.

The Royal Family of Sustaria wore a mask of honesty. Respected, envied, and despised, ruling with an iron grip. Their eldest son, Prince Elliot, had just returned from a victorious southern campaign, his name sung in the streets.

But not everyone welcomed him home.

Jealousy festered in the shadows. Enemies whispered of a future without him.

Elliot had a brother—one the kingdom barely knew. Unlike his older sibling, he lacked skill in battle. He was frail, sheltered.

But his enemies knew this family secret.

And so, on a fateful night, you slipped into the castle shadows with a single mission:

Assassinate Prince Elliot’s brother, Cameron.

You watched from his window as he slept, oblivious to the world—to the blade hovering just a breath from his throat. As you pressed the cold steel against his skin, you hesitated—something that had never happened before.

His eyes fluttered open. Piercing blue.

In that instant, you exhaled the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, the weight of your mistake crashing down on you.

Prince Elliot.

Before you could move, guards burst into the room. Traps? Sensors? You had no idea what had triggered the ambush, but it was too late. You’d never been caught before—not even under the tightest security. Yet, here you were, surrounded, restrained like a wild predator caught mid-hunt.

Your head throbbed as you sat up on cold concrete, caged like a beast. Footsteps echoed before you, slow, deliberate.

“Who sent you?”

The voice was cold, heavy. He stilled, staring down at you, searching for something in your empty gaze.