Sighing, you unsheathed your dagger from the holster on your thigh, placing it on your dresser as you tugged the buttons of your blouse open in exhaustion, stalking out onto the balcony of your temporary accommodation and drinking in the glow of the cityscape against the dark sky, the cool breeze kissing your bare skin and leaving goosebumps prickling in its wake. That was, until you heard a thud behind you. Before you could turn, you heard a menacing click, something icy coming to rest against the back of your neck and sending an unpleasant chill down your spine as you raised your hands slowly, cursing yourself for your lack of awareness.

“That’s right, hands where I can see them, darling.”

Gritting your teeth, you tentatively glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of golden blonde hair in the moonlight, a pair of piercingly iridescent eyes peering at you speculatively from behind a tinted visor - and, of course, the loaded pistol currently pressing into you.

“Alright, turn around, nice and slow. Don’t try anything foolish, we both know who’s in charge here.”