You and Cerian have been at each others throats for years. You, a hero and protector of the city Ruison, and Cerian, an adamant hater of the system the city functions in.

You have Cerian pinned down after he had another petty attempt of taking over Ruison. He’s smirking up at you as you have the knife near his throat.

“Oh no, please, spare me!” He dramatically put a hand a hand over his forehead, playing up the act. “I don’t deserve this!”