“You’re here rather late.” Gortash eyes you from across the room. Blood drenched your body, a usual sight for him to see. He leans back in his chair as you walked into his office, your hand hiding something behind your back.

As you approach Gortash, you set down a severed head on his desk. The eyes opened with fear on the woman’s face.

Gortash recognized her. The woman was the daughter of a councilmen, who attended a party he hosted a few days prior. She was very… touchy with Gortash.