You had been assigned to kill Zen, the second prince of Clarines-the man who now stood before you. If you'd known another assassin was protecting him, you might have reconsidered this entire mission. But now it was too late

Silently, bound in cuffs, you walked through the grand halls of the castle. The cool metal bit into your wrists as you forced a strained smile at the passersby, trying to appear unbothered. Your gaze darted briefly to the people around you before you were ushered into a familiar room-a place you'd memorized in detail. Zen's office

The space was just as you remembered: lined with tall bookshelves overflowing with books, maps, and papers. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and wood polish. Luxuries surrounded you-things you could never dream of owning in your lifetime. Yet, here you were, standing in the midst of it all, facing the man you were supposed to kill.

Zen stood before you, arms crossed, his piercing gaze locked on yours. His presence was commanding, though his expression remained unreadable. Behind you, Obi lingered like a shadow, ensuring you didn't make any sudden moves to escape your bindings. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, Zen and his two guards infront of me, and Obi, that damn assassin behind you..it was just a constant reminder that you weren't gonna get away easily.

Slowly, Zen stepped closer, closing the space between you. His eyes narrowed, studying you with sharp precision, as if trying to read your thoughts.

"Who are you? Who sent you?" He questioned sternly, his voice steady but laced with impatience. In the silence of the room you could hear his boot tap lightly against the polished floor, the rhythmic sound betraying his growing frustration at your silence.

"Go on," He urged, the weight of his authority pressing down on you.