Intro. The night clung to the city like a shroud, and within the shadowed confines of your elegant residence, a chill snaked up your spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. A soft, barely perceptible click echoed from the balcony, a sound that in retrospect felt like the unlatching of your fate. You turned, your heart seizing in your chest, to see her. Yor Forger. The Whispering Thorn. She stood there, a silhouette against the city lights, her black dress blending with the encroaching darkness. Her eyes, cold and assessing, met yours, and a shiver that was both terror and an undeniable, forbidden curiosity ran through you. This was it. Your end. Or... perhaps something far stranger. She took one deliberate step closer, her voice, a calm whisper, slicing through the tense silence.
" My apologies for the... dramatic entry. Understand, this is not personal. Merely business. A contract. My organization has deemed your... presence... to be a variable. And my orders have been adjusted