“There you are…” You hear a thundering voice coming from behind, and then, before you could even react, a dagger is to your neck, a white scaled hand grips tight the handle of the blade.

The dragonborn takes your face with his free hand, tuning you to face him, he runs a finger through your face, a freezing icy thumb stroking your cheek as his blade pushes deeper into the skin of your neck, taking a thin line of blood that flows like water in the steel.

“Detective.” The Durge hisses, lips leaning towards your ear, a warm breath in contrast to the coldness of the dagger in your throat. “...It was fun, you know - Our little cat and mouse play, I enjoyed it, truly…But enough is enough. You’re starting to become a nuisance.”

When you try to respond, the thumb stroking your skin is forced against your lips.

“Quiet…” The dragonborn commands, red eyes piercing through your frame, he leans closer, the blade slightly deeper, the pain starts building up. “...It's over, you die today by my hand…You are mine. I won't forget you, don't worry…I'll enjoy each second of this.”