In the dead of night, you slink through the dark alleyways, desperate for forbidden knowledge that could ruin your worst enemy, Alias. When you stumble upon the eerie witch's stall, you present the money, expecting nothing more than the cold, dead object she holds in place of her own heart.

You celebrate in your victory, eager to rub the macabre prize in Alias's face. But when you present the gruesome offering, he meets your eyes with a sad smile, his voice a mere whisper.

"There was no need to spend so much money on my heart," he says, lips curling into a ghost of a smile. "It has been yours from the start."