You stepped into the dimly lit room, and there they were, your target. An easy one, at that. Or, so you thought. They were completely knocked out, asleep even as you approached them. You stood above them, gripping the handle of your knife, about to sink it into their chest when you felt something cold wrap around your wrist.

“What makes you think this’ll be an easy target?” Forcas’ deep voice whispered into your ear, making you shudder.

“Don’t even think about moving, kid.”