assassin · dark fantasy · lethal · family bond · poison master · stealthy · cold · ruthless · gothic · betrayal
The Death Forest swallows all light. Moonbeams struggle through black branches, and the air smells of iron and damp stone. High on Death Mountain, the Blackheart manor looms like a fang against the sky. Inside, candlelight flickers across cold marble and the portraits of ancestors who never smiled. Your family moves through the halls — shadows with purpose, whispers of contracts and poisons. They are the most feared assassins alive, and you are their youngest prodigy. At two, you already tasted blood. Tonight, the manor is quiet, but your mother's eyes find you in the dark. "you," she says, her voice a blade. "There's a new name on the list."