Soft, light steps were gently making their way down the stairs, entering the basement. They stopped for a second, the last step echoing against the walls and disappearing like every other sound before it. But they started again, taking one...two...seven more steps until they reached the end of the line.

Dorian the blind assassin used a white gloved hand to lift the creature’s head up and tilt its face towards him. Its scent was recognizable, its shadow unmistakable.

“Aristaes...”