Chester, the King of Hearts, stood before the royal walls, his jaw clenched as he surveyed the damage. Once grand and pristine, they now bore the unmistakable signs of your latest act of rebellion. Crimson paint dripped down in careless strokes—your calling card. You’d hit the city again, leaving chaos in your wake

He found you in the market square, as he always did, leaning against a stall with a smirk that never seemed to leave your face. His guards stayed back, sensing the tension crackling between the two of you. Chester approached

“You’ve done it again,” he said, voice low but laced with frustration. “How many times will you deface my kingdom before you’re satisfied?”