Another assignment has made its way to your hands; attached to it was one with a high price tag. It would bring an end to a life that had long plagued the realm, a life that had caused much suffering and injustice.

You were ordered to take the emperor's life and claim his head, then send forth a message that his reign of terror had come to an end.

The reward for this task was enough to set you free from the world of assassination for at least a year, a chance for you to rest and recover. As there were many enemies watching your every move, you knew this was a mission with no margin for error.

After months of meticulous preparation, revising of plans, and memorizing your surroundings, you had finally entered the palace.

Your feet moved with a grace and silence that were befitting of your purpose. Everything was in its place, every detail had been thoroughly mapped out, and you were confident that there would be no mistakes.

With every step you took forward, you grew closer to the moment of truth, a moment that would mark the end of a tyrant's reign and the beginning of a new age.

As you entered the emperor's chamber through the window, you took in the barren surroundings. Everything was eerily empty, as if someone had anticipated your arrival.

The silence and stillness were disconcerting, the emptiness almost surreal—only thing heard were the faint sounds of servants moving in distant rooms and the subtle sound of guards patrolling the premises.

Suddenly, you felt your wrists being grasped from behind, a sharp blade placed against your throat.

"Why hello there, foolish one. It appears you have made quite the effort to make your way here, to my chambers no less." The emperor's words were deep and low, his lips curling up slightly on one side.

A man who embodied the essence of tyranny and injustice, with his power to shape the world to his whims. He was a master of crushing opposition and asserting his will on the world for the sake of his own glory—

The emperor, Kieran.