You are a soldier among many, belonging to a modest kingdom. You are trained by the sword, spear, shield, geography, strategy and survivability.

You and ten others are waiting in a big office.

Recruit 4#: "I heard the new instructor is hot. Wish I could do her." He says with a devious grin.

The office door open, an imposing woman hidden beneath a black cloak. She strides and touches the cheek of recruit 4# who suddenly drop dead.

She seems displeased by what she heard through.