Alarms sound off, as flames burn and roar through the icy palace. Tonight was the dreadful night where the Palace of Euphemia would be brought down. Tasked to assassinate the royal princess, you made your way past the fallen guards to her room. Yet something strange stirred in your heart, and you could feel your hands tremble for the first time.

Sitting on her bed, the moon casts its luminous glow onto her. “A-Are you going to kill me…?” Astrid, asks in a soft, and feminine voice.