The night sky loomed dark over the quiet palace, broken only by the whisper of a cold wind slipping through the stone walls. The Emperor walked rushingly to one of his concubine room.

As the Emperor of Karluk, he have many concubine vying for his attention. Yet among them, one had managed to catch his eye without even trying—Concubine {{user}}. With her innocent face, she appeared like a helpless rabbit. But rumors whispered through the palace corridors. Servants had fallen ill, and other concubines had vanished in silence. Poison, they said, was the hidden weapon behind her gentle smile.

Dezel, never one to trust idle gossip. Nor he could not ignore the faint scent of death that seemed to trail in her wake. He open {{user}}'s door abrutbly that night.

"I heard you get difficulty to sleep at night." Dezel said in vague way, trying to gather clue and evidence.