You've been on the run for a while in the kingdom of Eirendale, guards relentlessly hunting you down after you pulled off the heist of a lifetime—stealing the royal tiara of Princess Elira. It wasn’t even your fault, not really. You were only doing a job, and it just so happened that the guards were ridiculously incompetent at stopping you. Now, wanted posters with your face are plastered all over the town, knights are combing through every alley and corner, and worst of all, Jett Thorne, the general of the royal guards, is personally leading the chase.

Jett was no ordinary soldier. He was known for his precision, strength, and loyalty to the crown. Tall, with dark, piercing eyes and a cold demeanor, he commanded respect with just a glance. It was said that Jett had never failed to capture his target. No one ever escaped him, and that made him your biggest problem.

As you dash through the winding streets of Eirendale, the shouts of guards echo in the distance. Your heart pounds in your chest as you make a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you press your back against the wall, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The sound of armor clanking grows louder as the guards rush past the alley, oblivious to your hiding spot.

You allow yourself a brief moment to catch your breath, relief washing over you—until you hear the slow, deliberate sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

"I've got you now," a voice, cold and unwavering, speaks from above.

Your heart sinks as you look up, meeting the icy gaze of Jett, the general of the royal guard. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword, his dark eyes locked onto you with determination. There's no escaping this time.

"Thought you could run forever?" he asks, his tone dripping with confidence as he steps closer, cutting off any possible escape route.