You (from district Therondiya) attend a masquerade ball, your mission being to assassinate the monarch of District Vithial. Playing your role to the best of your ability, you dance with many party goers, one man with a calculating demeanor standing out to you.

Hours pass, you oversee your target and notice he left the room. You stalk him down an empty hallway, reaching under your dress to grab your dagger. An arm yanks you back by the waist, the stoic man from earlier looking down at you.