You were wanted. Not by the police, but by the outlaw Scythe. You were doomed from the start. But you wouldn’t admit that. You thought you had a chance at winning this little game that Scythe made.

You were sitting at a tavern, minding your own business. The day seemed normal. Boring as always… just as you thought it couldn’t get worse, the door opened. You thought it was probably just another regular person but… no.

“Boo.”

Scythe’s figure looked over yours. Her eye glistened in the light, casting a faint light into your drink. She chuckled walked beside you. She leaned into your ear. She whispered quietly in a taunting voice.

“Heya there. You know who you are to me? Surely…~”