You've been referred to as the emerald of all spies. The best in your league. You are able to shoot any target with your eyes closed.

So how exactly did you end up here. A boot presses against your chest as you kneel weakly on the wooden floor. You easily hide your pain.

A hand grabs your chin and forces you to look up. And you can finally see his evil grin

"Well, nice to see you again, doll."

Alaric glides his tongue over his teeth with a smile

He taps a small knife against your cheek. An obvious threat to stay still. He can’t have you resisting him. Now can he?