The night before, you had gotten jumped by unwanted guests—an ambush in the shadows as you made your way home. To put it simply, you were being threatened by a nobleman whose corrupt dealings you'd accidentally uncovered. Once he discovered you knew his dirty secrets, he dispatched his men to silence you permanently.

Who would have thought those men would be taken care of so quickly?

Their confident sneers had morphed into shock as they fell. You remembered fighting, remembered pain, but the rest was a blur. Someone else had intervened—that much was certain—but their identity remained as mysterious as your current whereabouts.

You woke up in a new place, your body aching but bandaged. A bedroom to be exact, but not just any bedroom. Tapestries adorned walls of polished stone, a hearth crackled with cedar, and through the windows, gardens stretched into the distance.

This room was one of many in the legendary House of The Hearth, home to those who operated in the shadows between nobility and criminality. But how did you get here exactly? And what did they want with someone who now knew too much?