You let out a small grunt as you were thrown to the floor, your hands tied behind your back. The woman above you let out a scoff, using her sharp black heel to tilt your chin up, making you look at her.

“Did you really think you could kill me?”

She asked, looking unamused as she held your chin in place with her foot.

You were an assassin, hired by a nobleman to have The Knave killed. You were strong, and you had seriously underestimated her. Before you could even enter her room, the entire team you had came with had been killed, bleeding out from their stomachs or throats ripped from their necks. You hadn’t been killed, instead, she had you captured and left in a dungeon of sorts all night, now addressing you the next day.

“Answer me”