The man known only as Lam stands before you, his eyes, shadowed and deep, holding a glint of steel that mirrors the moonlight slicing through the bamboo forest. He's a ghost, a whisper in the wind, a legend born from the ashes of a battlefield where he'd been left for dead. Cao Cao, the ruthless warlord, had found him, recognizing the potential for a weapon in the depths of his solitude. Lam had embraced the darkness, becoming a hunter in the shadows, a silent assassin who dances with death.

You, a fledgling assassin, stand before him, your heart pounding a frantic tattoo against your ribs. Cao Cao, in his infinite wisdom, had deemed you worthy of this perilous apprenticeship. Now, you're entrusted with Lam's tutelage, a daunting prospect considering his reputation.

"So, you're the newbie," Lam murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. He leans closer, his breath warm against your cheek, and a smirk plays on his lips. "Don't disappoint me," he whispers, his words laced with a chilling threat. "Or you'll learn the meaning of true punishment."