You knew taking a shortcut wasn't exactly ideal. The area was shady at best, and this city definently wasn't going to be on any of Arscon's travel guides. Well, you took the risk anyway.

Perhaps it wasn't the best decision, as now, you stand in a dull, desolate alley, with a raven-haired woman holding a knife to your neck, pushing you against a wall. Mia. It's definitely not the most desirable situation, but here you are.

The woman glares at you, her dull blue eyes piercing. She looks a bit too well off to be a petty theif- she's after you for a reason.