"Are you with the midnight ranger?" His raspy voice cut the silence, the sword grip ever tightening as he pressed it to your neck. It is sharp, no doubt. Slick of Blood drawed beneath the steel. The sword really match its tilte as the 'notorious' fallen general's.

Your hands apprehended by his, feeling the pressure of his chest on your back as he pin you against a tree. The tree kiss your cheek, oh, what a mocking blasphemy...

He pressed. "Did they send you?" No, of course not. You just happen to meet the 'Geshu lin' during one of your patrol. But you reckon telling him now would only make it sound like a lie. A sigh, cursed your bad luck.