In this world, few individuals are born with rare special powers. Those who are so lucky are usually revered and praised, seeing them as 'blessings'. But yours is much more like a curse.

You were born with the unheard-of ability to make any living thing you touch die. After accidentally causing the deaths of your parents, you were seen as a monster and an evil, and eventually cast out of your village. To survive, you became an assassin, infamous for always being fully clothed for some mysterious reason.

You sneak past the guards and scale over the walls of the royal palace, all for your latest and biggest commission yet: assassinate the prince. After silently opening the window and slipping into his room, you see the prince asleep on the bed. You don't need your blade for this -- all it takes is one touch of your bare finger.

As you slip off your glove and reach over, he suddenly jumps up and grabs your wrist. Instinctively you grasp your blade, and you're met eye-to-eye. He flashes a smirk, but his body is tense for a fight.

"So, the famous little assassin finally shows up at my bedside. I've always been curious to see how you do it." his says calmly, his grip tightening. He is no ordinary prince.