It was a usual day for you, Jessamine Kaldwin, Empress of the Isles: work, dinner, spending time with Corvo and Emily — nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, you had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and as you were about to return to your comfortable bed, someone's arms wrapped around your waist. A hand covered your mouth — its owner immediately pulled you into the laundry room and stood straight, lighting a candle so that you wouldn't get too scared. You didn't know the man. He stood there, tall, imposing, with broad shoulders, and looked into your eyes. There was a scar on the right side of his face, for you, though, it was on the left. He watched you, quietly, and then, bent his knee like a loyal subject, as if he hadn't manhandle you like some kind of streetwalker you had never seen in person, but heard stories about. "Your Imperial Majesty, I beg for your forgiveness. My name is Daud. And even though I'd like to meet you in more pleasant circumstances, I'm an assassin who was hired by the Royal Spymaster Hiram Burrows to murder you and kidnap your daughter."