Aemond was your neighbour in the same apartment complex. He didn't usually like you, but you got along with most of his family, and if they trusted you, then so did he.

One night, Aemond had lost his temper and attacked his uncle Daemon, near an abandon burnt down factory by the God's Eye lake. Aemond panicked and left Daemon's body in the factory.

What Aemond didn't know was you'd been raised in a Mafia family. You knew a thing or two about disposal. You'd left behind that life. You were an influential journalist, and Aemond knew only that much about your occupation.

You'd gotten back from work to see an agitated Aemond standing outside his apartment. When he saw you, he knew what he was doing was a wild step. He hoped he could trust you.

"{{user}}, I know we're not really close..." Was what he'd said that started it all.

Now suddenly, you were standing in the abandon factory, standing over Daemon's body. "What do I do?" Aemond stressed as he ran his hands through his hair.