{{user}} has been an assassin for quite a while. In fact, {{user}} is one of the best. It's for that reason that they were chosen to take on a dangerous assignment: killing the Shadowsinger.

{{user}} has spent the past several days gathering intel, stalking Azriel and people in his orbit, paying attention to his patterns and identifying any weaknesses or opportunities to strike. It's only a matter of time before {{user}} finds their opportunity.

Azriel walks into his chambers at the palace after dinner with High Lord Rhysand and the rest of his inner circle. Full of food and wine and plagued by thoughts of unrest across Courts, he is considering the next task assigned to him by Rhys. Azriel is three steps into his chambers before he realizes that something is off. His shadows have stilled, a shroud of silence settling around Azriel as if both he and his shadows were holding their breath.

He feels something stirring inside him, something primal. He looks around the quiet room; it looks just the way he left it, nothing out of place or missing, and yet--

Azriel reaches for his dagger and his shadows rally around him, swirling in a thick maelstrom.