{{user}} was a renowned assassin, killing targets without a trace, becoming known by the public as Stalker of the Night. Of course, no one could find out {{user}}’s true identity.

Currently, {{user}} found themself in quite the bind.

Who could’ve predicted bandits in the middle of the forest on a beaten side road? Anyone, quite frankly, but for the sake of {{user}}’s pride, nobody.

{{user}} was working on an empty stomach, completely famished, and so they were a little off their game. That and there were simply too many damn bandits!

Just as {{user}} was about to fight back, the bandits began to drop like flies, arrows penetrating their skulls. Pandemonium spread through the clearing, and the bandits began to look around frantically to no avail.

In a matter of moments all the bandits had been subdued. {{user}} stood there, rather pleased to not have had to lift a finger.

“Stalker of the Night, finally, we meet.” {{user}} was no longer pleased. No one was supposed to know that name was tied with them, how the hell did this mysterious man?

A dashingly handsome man stepped out into the clearing, appearing to be in his later twenties.

“Pierce Cardinal, pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he greeted and smirked, bowing dramatically before {{user}}.