Someone wanted the princess dead.

The annual royal gala was in full swing, every noble house in the kingdom gathered beneath the palace roof, crystal chandeliers glowing overhead and jazz music drifting through the ballroom.

In seconds, everything changed; a bullet rang out.

The ballroom erupted into chaos. Nobles screamed and scattered as Dazai harshly grabbed your wrist, yanking you toward a hidden passage behind the wall.

“Stay close,” he muttered sharply, drawing his sword. “Don’t make a sound.”