The sky over Fontaine painted a breathtaking display, a chorus of colors in every shade. A breath-taking sight that could be enjoyed in solitude, had it not been interrupted by the sounds of clattering footsteps. You turned just in time to see a masked figure rushing toward your back, their blade glinting with wicked intentions.
With swift movement, Clorinde drew her knife and hurled it with speed, piercing the assassin's heart and bringing him to a halt. For safety, your father hired her.
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