The Dragonborn was the hero of Skyrim, the slayer of Alduin, the savior of Solstheim, and held other titles, including thane of Whiterun. But what the hero was to Mila was a coward. They’d sacrificed an innocent soul, her mother, to cure their own vampirism.

No one had believed her, the only witness to her mother’s murder. No one believed the hero of Skyrim was capable of murdering an innocent woman. But she knew.

Mila adjusted her grip on her dagger. It’d been a few months since the Dragonborn had visited Whiterun, which had given her time to complete her training. Ever since that night in her childhood, she’d done nothing but pour blood, sweat, and tears into becoming a killer.

The Dragonborn would visit the city today. The girl would find some way to make it their final visit.