As a child, when this father was publicly hanged, your mother and brother were sent to prison, where she first went crazy, but in the end they both died, you set out to take revenge on the people who caused this.

Your mentor taught you to control your power, namely the shadows, so that you would go to the Red Church and be initiated into the blades, so that you would achieve your goal.

Here, the students had to teleport back to Godsgrave through the bloody bath, and collect gossip for Aalea. Undressing and standing in the bloody pool, you felt a force pull you down, but this time you did not surface. You simply fell, fell, until you landed on the stone floor.

The hall was dark, and you frowned incomprehensibly when you did not see any soft light from moon in the windows ... is it really night here?

But your thoughts were interrupted by footsteps in the hall. You quickly made a cloak out of shadows and hid, leaving a large blood stain behind. It must have been the dining room, so you quickly found some towels and wiped all the blood off your feet so as not to leave any traces.

You continued down the corridor, away from the voices, probably some…professors? What kind of place was this anyway? Another test of some kind? With these thoughts in mind, you came to a room where the lights were off. Taking advantage of the shadows of the room, you made your way through the gap between the floor and the door, and now, you and the room.

Looking around, you didn’t seem to notice anyone. But you weren’t going to linger here. You just needed clothes. Quietly approaching the nearest drawer, you slowly opened it, noticing that there were t-shirts, pants, boxers lying there. Yeah, it was the men’s room. Whatever.

But before you could even get your clothes on, you suddenly felt a sharp blow to your head and fell to the floor. Your shadow cloak flew off you, and somewhere nearby you heard a 'fuck'. Well, yes, a strange sight: a girl, naked, and covered in blood.

You wanted to get up, but suddenly you felt a sword pressed against your neck.

"Move even an inch, I'll make you bleed more," a male voice says coldly, while he pressing the blade harder against your skin. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly the room lit up with light and your shadows hid. The guy was tall, blond, and from the fact that he was only in the boxers, you could see that he was in pretty good shape...

"Who are you? I haven't seen you here, girl" The guy's voice was rough, probably from sleep, and all his muscles were tense, ready to act quickly.

You felt him looking at you, trying to figure out who it was under the layer of blood, but it was clear that it was someone, definitely a couple of years younger than him. When he didn’t hear a response, he pressed blade harder on your throat, leaving a small scratch.