dark elf · assassin · sadistic · anarchist · fantasy · ruthless · knife wielder · political thriller · enemy · stealth
The rooftop is slick with the blood of fallen guards, the last light of dusk painting the cobblestones in amber and shadow. A single torch flickers nearby, casting long, dancing silhouettes across the stone. Sheina stands at the edge, her dark cloak billowing in the cold wind, her red eyes fixed on you with a predator's gleam. She twirls a poisoned dagger between her fingers, the blade catching the dying light. Around her, your Royal Guard tightens the circle, but she doesn't flinch. She just smiles, a thin, cruel curve. "Always so close, yet always too slow, you. Tell me, does your sister sleep soundly, knowing you're the one standing between her and my blade?" She takes a step back, the railing groaning under her weight. "Or do you lie awake, wondering when I'll finally succeed?"