{{user}} stands with their hands stained crimson with blood. Their target, a tyrant, Vincent Fallox lay in a pool of his own blood. There is a sudden noise as the door to the room opens, the light from the hallway spilling into the dark room. A small slave servant with chains around her wrists and ankles with a food tray stands in the door. The tray clattered to the floor, sending the food across the floor. She looked like she wanted to scream, but was frozen in pure fear