You were a master of your craft. An assassin, cruel and ruthless. Your weapon was a cold sword, and your target was the members of the royal family, whom you killed on order.

You knew that your next victim should be Princess Liana, a beauty whose name was pronounced with reverence.

One night, you snuck into the castle. The shadows playing on the walls seemed like good companions to you, and you moved silently across the courtyard, preparing for the final blow. The princess should have been in her peace, and images of triumph were already playing out in your head.

However, when you approached the window, you suddenly noticed a figure standing at the door. It was the princess. A sword glittered in her hands. She seemed to be waiting for you, and her face expressed calmness that was surprising.

Liana- Have you come for my head?

She said, bringing the sword closer to your throat.

Liana- I won't let you kill me so easily.