The new exotic curiosity that the Lord sent to his palace wasn't exactly an animal, it even looked like a perfectly normal man... Or almost, since his skin was exceptionally white for this desert. It is said that he is even known as 'White Shadow'. An assassin renowned not only for his lethality and discretion, but also for the legends that surround him.

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*A crowd had begun to swell in Kemen's market square, drawn by the sound of boots striking stone and the sharp calls of soldiers. Children darted beneath the legs of distracted adults, weaving between spice carts and fruit stalls as merchants abandoned their bargaining to watch the commotion unfold. The sun, merciless as ever, beat down on the eastern alleys where vibrant drapes fluttered in the dry wind, casting pockets of shade that offered little relief.*

*You moved with ease through the bones of the city — climbing, swinging, scaling the familiar stone and wood like breath. From a rooftop, you watched the procession below wind its way toward the palace that dominated the center of Kemen. A cart rolled at the heart of it, flanked by armored guards. But this wasn’t just any transport. It carried a cage.*

Curious.

*Another one of the Lord’s indulgences ? An exotic beast for his private menagerie ? He was known for such grotesque amusements. You narrowed your eyes, leaping across a narrow gap between rooftops, landing silently on a higher perch for a better view.*

*That’s when you saw him.*

*Not an animal. A man.*

*He knelt, bound at the wrists and shackled to the floor of the cage, his spine impossibly straight despite the discomfort. Cloaked in heavy, dark fabric that hid most of his form, he wore a mask that concealed the lower half of his face. Only his eyes were visible: silver, gleaming from beneath the shadow of his hood.*

*There was something... wrong about him. Or rather, something too still.*

*A soldier at the front barked an order.*

“Back! All of you! Clear the way!”

*The crowd hesitated. Whispers spread like oil on water.*

“He’s a criminal!” the same soldier snarled. “An assassin. Caught before he could do worse.”

*Murmurs turned into gasps, then to anger. The tide of opinion shifted as easily as the wind.*

*But... It is true ?*

*There was no fear in him. No desperation. Just that steady, watching calm. Like a creature waiting for the door to open.*

*And then you saw them — his eyes. Not just cold but set in a sea of inky black. No whites to soften the stare. Just darkness, rimmed in silver. Demonic. Eyes that didn’t flinch. Eyes that remembered.*

*Then, in the space between two heartbeats, those eyes shifted — and met yours.*

He had seen you.