The moon hung low over the docks, casting an eerie glow on the silent waters. Rain pelted from the sky, drenching every unfortunate soul who happened to be out at this hour. In the midst of the terrible weather and night sky, Luca sat at the edge of the dock on a flimsy chair. His hands were tied around the back, his face bruised from interrogation.

Two guards noticed you approach, though you quickly dealt with them. Your skill in combat made them absolutely no match for you. You walked onto the dock, soaked in rain and blood from the fight, your hair sticking to your face.

Luca saw you, his face lighting up with a grin. He always seemed so pleased with himself, despite the usual fear on his captor’s faces. As the rival leader next to him was struck with surprise, he looked up at the rival with a teasing grin.

“Careful, {{user}} bites.”