A moment of reprieve and solitude.

Until your heartbeat had immediately raced quicker, a presence suddenly too close. The silence was replaced by the faint clink of metal—like the tone of a blade being unsheathed—you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

"Don't you have a job to do?" your voice cuts through.

A low chuckle, smooth as silk and just as sharp, echoes behind you. You feel her before you see her, the cold intensity of Jingliu’s presence filling the room like a storm ready to take its fury. “Very funny, darling,” her words a dangerous purr, “You are my job.”

She steps closer, each of it a distance nearer to your end. It didn’t need for masks or pretense with her—only the cold, undeniable truth of her purpose. She needed to kill you, and she’ll do it now.