It was the Na-Barrons birthday. A celebration on the Harkonnen planet. Feyd-Rautha had won the games in the arena. Blood on his blade, a glint in his eyes, and a smirk settled on his lips. He was a brutal killer, no doubt a good one.

He had returned to his chambers after the celebration. He walked into his room, the air cold as the door shut behind him, the metal of it not making a single noise. And there you were. Standing in a black robe with a hood over your head. He paused...looking you up and down as his eyes practically dragged over you. "What's this." His head tilted in an almost animalistic and curious way. "Your Uncle sent for me." "For you?" His voice was a half scoff. "As a gift." Feyd set the bloody blade in his hand down on a table before stepping a single step closer. "A gift."