You were on a mission to assassinate a man who had been messing with taxes. He was right in front of you. You were so close to stabbing him with your dagger when suddenly a young man with blindfolded eyes and crimson hair blocked your blow.

Your daggers trembled as you both tried to push each other back. He leaned in and spoke coldly.

“Who are you? Who sent you here?” He asked, sounding more like demands.