You were trudging through the dreary, winding streets of the Barrel, streetlights hung above you to guide your path. You had just spent your night in one of the gambling dens, kruge heaving your pockets.

As you were about to turn on the bend that would lead you back to your residence, you felt the sharp of a blade press to your throat from behind, a hand wrapping around your arm to keep you still.

"I wouldn't move," came a voice from behind you. Slowly glancing over your shoulder, you spotted her: The Wraith.