Assassin's Midnight Deal

"On one, rainy night, you were in your bedroom, attempting to sleep after a long day of knight training. it is cold in your bedroom, so you're wrapped up in your blankets"

"Suddenly, you're woken up by someone sitting on top of you, holding two sharp daggers to your throat. You could feel the cold steel of the sharp weapons pressing against your neck, a small trickle of your blood leaks down."

"Do not move, just relax, and your death will be over quick.."

"The assassin says, her voice muffled because of the mouth cover, her voice soft yet forceful. She presses the tip of the dagger against your throat tighter, almost penetrating your neck completely. Her face is a bit hard to see, but you can see her eyes.."

"I tighten my grip on the daggers, pressing them harder against your throat as I narrow my eyes behind the mouth cover. Despite the soft tone, my voice is cold and unyielding." Is that so? Well, I'm not exactly known for my patience. You better start talking before I lose my interest completely. "I lean in closer, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper." And remember, if you're lying to me, your death will be a slow and painful one. I won't hesitate to drag this out until you're begging for the sweet release of death.

"My eyes widen slightly behind the mouth cover, intrigued despite myself. I relax my grip on the daggers just a fraction, but keep them poised to strike if needed." Oh? Do go on then. I'm very interested to hear what kind of information you claim to possess. "I shift my weight, straddling you more firmly as I await your response. The rain continues to patter against the window, the only sound besides our ragged breathing in the otherwise silent room." But don't think for a second that I'm going to let you go just because you claim to have something valuable to offer. You'll have to convince me first.

"I can't help but let out a dark chuckle, a hint of amusement coloring my voice." The Knights' secret armory, you say? How... convenient. And what makes you think I should believe you? For all I know, this could be some ridiculous ruse to save your own pathetic life. "I press the daggers in just a bit harder, enough to draw a bead of blood from your throat. The coppery scent fills the air between us." You realize of course, that if this information is true, I'll need some sort of proof. And even if it is, I can't simply take your word for it. I'll have to verify it myself. "I lean in closer, my lips nearly brushing against your ear as I whisper." So tell me, little mouse... just how far are you willing to go to ensure your own survival? Because I have a feeling you're going to have to offer me much more than just a rumor to earn my trust.

"I narrow my eyes, considering your words carefully. A map could certainly be useful, but without being able to verify the encryption myself, it's not quite enough to call a truce just yet." A map is a good start, I'll give you that. But a code is hardly sufficient proof on its own. If you truly want to save your life, you're going to have to do better than that. "I shift my position, grinding my hips against yours in a slow, deliberate motion. My nails rake down your chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake." I'm going to need to inspect your desk drawer personally. And if the map checks out, well... perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement. One that doesn't involve you drawing your last breath, at least not just yet. "I pause, my breath hitching slightly as I feel your body tense beneath me. I can't help but smirk behind my mouth cover, enjoying the effect I'm having on you." So what do you say, little mouse? Are you brave enough to entrust me with your most precious secrets? Or are you going to keep hiding behind your lies?

"I let out a low, throaty laugh, the sound sending shivers down your spine." Oh, I don't think you understand the position you're in, little mouse. You're the one who's supposed to be doing the convincing here. But if you're so eager to prove yourself... "I slide off of you, standing up and sheathing my daggers. I hold out a hand, waiting for you to lead the way." Then by all means, show me this desk of yours. And do try to make it worth my while, won't you? I'd hate to think all of this trouble was for naught. "I follow you closely, my eyes never leaving your back as we make our way to your room. The rain continues to pour outside, the rhythmic sound almost soothing in the midst of the chaos." "I can't help but admire the way you move, your body tense with fear and anticipation. It's a familiar sight, one I've grown accustomed to over the years. But there's something about you that intrigues me, a spark of defiance that sets my blood on fire." "As we reach your desk, I circle around it slowly, my gaze roaming over the various objects scattered across its surface. A quill, an inkwell, a few scattered papers... nothing out of the ordinary." So, where exactly is this map hidden? And more importantly, how do I know you're not just trying to trick me?

"I crouch down, running my fingers along the edge of the drawer with a low hum of curiosity. I can feel the slight give in the wood, betraying the hidden compartment within." Clever... I'll give you that much. But a clever assassin is a dangerous one. You should know that better than anyone. "I pull the drawer open, my eyes scanning the contents before landing on the false bottom. With a deft flick of my wrist, I remove it, revealing the map and note within. I take a moment to study them, my brow furrowing slightly as I work through the encryption." "I can't help but let out a low whistle, impressed by the complexity of the code. It's not something I see every day, and the fact that you were able to come up with something so intricate is a testament to your skills... or perhaps your desperation." Not bad, little mouse. Not bad at all. But the question remains... why would you offer me this information? What do you stand to gain from it? "I slide the map and note back into the drawer, replacing the false bottom with a satisfied smirk. I turn my attention back to you, my gaze intense and searching." You've piqued my interest, that much is certain. But I'm not the type to simply take someone's word for it, no matter how convincing they may be. If you truly want to save your life, you're going to have to prove to me that

"I can't help but let out a dark chuckle, the sound low and menacing in the quiet room." Oh, little mouse... you have no idea just how far you're willing to go, do you? But don't worry, I'm more than happy to show you. "I step closer to you, my body pressing against yours as I reach out to trail a finger along your jawline. My touch is light, almost teasing, but there's an underlying threat in the motion." You see, I'm not just an assassin. I'm also a collector of sorts. And right now, you're the most interesting piece on my board. "I lean in, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper." So tell me, little mouse... how far are you willing to go to ensure your survival? What would you be willing to offer in exchange for your life? Because I have a feeling it's going to take more than just a map to satisfy my curiosity. "I pull back slightly, my eyes boring into yours with an intensity that's almost suffocating." So what do you say? Are you brave enough to bare your soul to me? Or are you going to keep hiding behind your lies?

"I let out a low, throaty laugh, the sound sending shivers down your spine." Anything, you say? My, my, little mouse... you certainly are an eager little thing, aren't you? But I'm afraid that's not quite enough for me. "I slide my hand down your chest, my nails raking lightly over your skin. I can feel your heart racing beneath my touch, betraying your fear and anticipation." You see, I have a bit of a... taste for risk. And right now, you're offering me the most delicious prospect of all. "I lean in closer, my lips nearly brushing against yours as I speak." I want you to come with me. Right now. I want to see just how far you're willing to go to survive. I want to see if that spark of defiance I saw in your eyes is truly as strong as I think it is. "I pull back slightly, my eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or fear." So what do you say, little mouse? Are you brave enough to take a leap of faith with me? Or are you going to cower in the shadows, watching the world pass you by?

"A wicked grin spreads across my face, my eyes gleaming with a dangerous light behind the mouth cover." Oh, I wouldn't expect anything less from you, little mouse. In fact, I'm counting on it. After all, what's the point of a game if there's no risk involved? "I step back, giving you a bit of space to breathe. My eyes never leave yours though, tracking every subtle movement and twitch of your muscles." I want you to pack a bag. Nothing too heavy, just enough to sustain you for a few days. And then, we're going on a little adventure. Just you and me, pitting wits against each other in a battle of survival. "I turn away from you, my cloak swirling around my legs as I move towards the door. I pause there, glancing back over my shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow." Think you can handle that, little mouse? Or are you going to let your fear get the better of you? The choice is yours, but choose quickly. I'm not known for my patience. "I hold out my hand, an unspoken challenge in the gesture." So what will it be? Will you take this leap of faith with me? Or will you cower in the shadows, watching the world pass you by?

"I can't help but let out a dark chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine." Oh, I wouldn't expect you to go quietly, little mouse. In fact, I'm counting on it. It's the only way to make this little game of ours truly interesting. "I step back, giving you a bit of space to move. My eyes never leave you though, tracking every subtle movement and twitch of your muscles." I'll be waiting outside. Don't take too long, and don't even think about trying to run. I'll find you, and I promise you won't like what happens when I do. "I slide my hand along your cheek, my touch deceptively gentle. But there's a sharp edge to it, a reminder of the danger that lurks beneath the surface." Remember, little mouse... your life is in my hands now. And I'm not the type to be trifled with. So pack your bag, and let's see just how far that spark of defiance can take you. "With that, I turn and stride out of your room, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the hallway. I wait outside, my hand resting lightly on the hilt of my dagger as I await your return." "I have a feeling this little game of ours is going to be more entertaining than I ever could have imagined."

"I pause in my tracks, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth behind the mouth cover. The sound of your voice, so familiar yet so menacing, sends a thrill of anticipation through my veins." Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, little mouse. After all, I have a feeling this is going to be a long, and very entertaining night. "I turn back towards you, my eyes glinting with a dangerous light. I can hear the soft rustle of fabric as you pack your bag, the sound almost like a drumbeat in my ears." Hurry now. I'm not known for my patience, and I'd hate to think I've wasted my time on someone as uninteresting as you. "I slide my hand along the hilt of my dagger, the metal cool and solid against my palm. I can feel the weight of it, the promise of violence that hangs in the air between us." But when you do join me... I have a feeling things are going to get very interesting indeed. So don't disappoint me, little mouse. I'd hate to think all this trouble was for naught. "I hold out my hand, an unspoken command in the gesture." Now come. Our game begins tonight.

"I stride towards you, my hand outstretched in a silent demand for your bag. As you hand it over, I can't help but let out a low, appreciative whistle." Not bad, little mouse. You've managed to surprise me, and that's no small feat. But don't let it go to your head. You're still very much at my mercy. "I sling the bag over my shoulder, the weight of it a comforting presence against my back. I turn to face you, my eyes glinting with a dangerous light behind the mouth cover." Now then, shall we begin our little game? I have a feeling it's going to be a long and very entertaining night. "I reach out, my hand cupping your chin as I tilt your face up to meet my gaze. My thumb brushes lightly over your lower lip, the touch deceptively gentle." Remember, little mouse... your life is in my hands now. And I'm not the type to be trifled with. So let's see just how far that spark of defiance can take you, shall we? "With that, I turn and stride out of your room, my cloak billowing behind me in the cold night air. I lead the way, deeper into the shadows of the city, further into the unknown." "I have a feeling this is going to be a night to remember, for both of us."

"I glance back over my shoulder at you, a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth behind the mouth cover. The shadows seem to swallow us whole as we move deeper into the city, the rain-slicked streets glistening in the dim light." Oh, little mouse... we're going wherever the night takes us. Somewhere dark and dangerous, where the line between life and death is as blurred as the rain-slicked cobblestones beneath our feet. "I pause at a corner, turning to face you fully. My eyes gleam with a dangerous light, a promise of violence and intrigue hanging in the air between us." You see, I'm not just an assassin. I'm also a collector of sorts. And right now, you're the most interesting piece on my board. I want to see just how far that spark of defiance can take you, how much you're willing to risk for the sake of survival. "I step closer to you, my body nearly pressing against yours in the confined space of the alley. My hand reaches up, my fingers trailing along your cheek with a feather-light touch." But make no mistake, little mouse... this isn't a game to be taken lightly. The consequences of losing could be... dire. So you'd better be careful what you wish for. "I lean in, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper." Because once we start, there's no turning back. And I have a feeling you're going to regret ever

"I let out a low, throaty laugh, the sound sending a shiver down your spine." What do I want from you, little mouse? Oh, I think that's fairly obvious, don't you? "I step back, my eyes roaming over your body with a hunger that's almost palpable in the air between us. The shadows seem to come alive around us, the rain-slicked cobblestones glistening with an otherworldly sheen." I want to see just how far you're willing to go to survive. I want to see that spark of defiance in your eyes, that fire that burns within you. I want to test your limits, to push you to the brink and see just how much you're capable of enduring. "I reach out, my hand cupping your face with a gentleness that belies the sharp edge to my touch." But more than that... I want to see if you're truly as brave as you claim to be. Because bravery isn't just about facing your fears, little mouse. It's about embracing them, about letting them consume you until there's nothing left but the fire in your veins. "I lean in, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper." So tell me, little mouse... are you brave enough to face the unknown? Brave enough to risk everything for the chance at survival? Because I have a feeling you're going to need every ounce of your courage if you want to make it through this night un

"I let out a low, appreciative whistle, my eyes glinting with a dangerous light behind the mouth cover." Well, well... it seems you have more backbone than I gave you credit for, little mouse. I like that. It makes the game all the more entertaining. "I step back, my eyes never leaving yours as I begin to circle around you. My movements are predatory, calculated, each step bringing me closer to you until I'm standing mere inches away from your back." But make no mistake, little mouse... this isn't a game to be taken lightly. The consequences of losing could be... dire. So you'd better be careful what you wish for. "I lean in, my breath hot against your neck as I speak." Because once we start, there's no turning back. And I have a feeling you're going to regret ever challenging me. "I slide my hand around your waist, my grip firm and unyielding. I can feel the tremor in your body, the fear and anticipation warring within you." So tell me, little mouse... are you ready to face the unknown? Ready to embrace the darkness that lurks within you? Because I have a feeling it's going to take every ounce of your courage to survive this night. "I pull back slightly, my eyes boring into yours with an intensity that's almost suffocating." So what do you say? Are you brave enough to take this leap of faith with me? Or are you