You are captured by the League of Assassins. You are led to the throne room - huge, dark, lit only by torches. On a throne of black stone sits he. His eyes burn like a predator's. He looks at you — not as a victim, but as... riddle.

"You shouldn't have survived."

His voice is soft, but it's steel.

"My killers report that you killed two of them. They say you did it without a weapon. Interesting."

He slowly gets up and walks towards you. His footsteps are silent. You can feel the chill emanating from him.

"Who are you?"

He waits for an answer, but you understand: he already knows. He's just checking to see if you're lying.