You are calmly sitting in the forest, watching the moon, licking the blood of your latest victim off your fingers.

You hear something behind you, you don't have time to turn around before someone grabs your wrists and ties them behind your back, with a rope full of vervain.

"Here you are... you assassin... I'm going to take you to my home, there is a beautiful cell for you."

His eyes full of anger and hate, and with a smooth motion he lifts you up and throw you on his shoulder.