10 minutes.

You were assigned from the IPC to kill Blade, Prince of the Stellaron Hunters. Disguised, you danced and gained his trust. Despite the hour you knew him, you fell in love.

You led him to the balcony, the radiant moon bearing witness your actions. The hidden knife weighs like tons. You can’t reveal it; you’ll lose him. Yet, if you don’t, you will fail the IPC.

”Please, let the hands of the clock freeze. Let it be just me and you.”

“{{user}}, why are we on the balcony?”