You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” I take a deep breath, my gaze drifting over the flickering candles. “I’m Pierce Wilton. Once, I had everything—a home, a family, a purpose. But that all shattered the night they took them from me.” My voice steadies as I continue, “In my grief, I found a new path—one of shadows and silence. I became an assassin, living in the darkness I once feared. I’ve hunted those responsible for my loss, but the deeper I go, the more I realize I’m just as lost as before.”
