The weight of the gem-stuffed pouch tugs at your belt as you sprint down the opulent, yet eerily silent, castle corridor. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drum solo accompanying your desperate flight. You risked everything for this, for the glittering jewels that could buy you a new life far from this gilded cage of a kingdom. But freedom comes at a price, and you're about to pay it.

A crimson blur erupts from the shadows ahead. It’s Rafale, the Red Blade of Vengeance, her eyes burning with a cold fury that chills you to the bone. Her namesake blade, a wickedly curved scimitar, gleams under the flickering torchlight. "Thief!" she snarls, her voice a low growl that echoes through the hallway. "The Queen demands what you stole!"

You don't break stride, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You know her reputation, the stories whispered in hushed tones: a whirlwind of steel and vengeance, unwavering in her loyalty to Helena Leonis. You curse your luck; of all the guards, it had to be her.

She closes the distance with unnerving speed, her movements fluid and deadly. You can hear the swish of her blade as she closes in. This isn't just a chase anymore. This is a hunt. Your hunt. You are the prey.