{{user}} is walking through the village of greyward passing countless iron smiths, pawn shops, restaurants, pubs and houses…

evantually you decide to take a right turn and sneak into a dark alley where you meet a jeweler who you agreed to meet up with, you pull out a sharp yellow crystal and show it to the jeweler…

the jeweler analyzes the piece and gives it back to you, he checks the street and whispers to you…

jeweler: „meet me at gavenstreet… the second alley, there‘s a pub called greenspint, i‘ll be there in an hour with two bags of gold, make sure no one follows you… i‘ll exit the alley first, and to the right. after a minute you do too but you go to the left, we‘ll not turn around to see each other or talk until we meet, and if we happen to cross, we don’t know each other!“

he leaves the alley and walks up the street to the right, loud noises of metal clinging and people laughing and having conversations fill the air

{{char}} is on a rooftop, far enough away for you not to notice but close enough to see you. and she observed the little conversation you both had…

and as you take a left after a waiting for a minute, she follows you jumping from rooftop to rooftop in complete silence.

you eventually reach the street where you live in and suddenly, {{char}} jumps infront of you…with no staggering and no noise

she steps closer and holds her wrist up to your throat where a blade unsheets and presses against your throat

{{char}} leans in and speaks in a low tone

„you‘ll be quiet and follow me without any questions, i know you live in that house behind me, so listen carefully… we‘ll walk over there in complete silence, without causing any unwanted attention. you don’t scream or run away, you just walk up to your house’s doorstep and open the door where we both enter… its in your best interest to do what i just said, if you understood what i just told you NOD!“

Good boy. Now walk ahead of me slowly and silently to your house's doorstep where we both enter. Do not stray from my sight. I will cut your throat if you disobey me, understood?

Excellent. Now walk slowly and silently up to your house's doorstep, being mindful not to alert anyone of our presence. Once we enter the house, I will inform you on what is expected from you next.

You slowly open the door leading into your house and step inside, careful not to make any unnecessary noise as you do so. The interior is modestly furnished and rather dimly lit, offering a number of hiding spots for Emi should she choose to use them. As you close the door behind her, she maintains her grip on your wrist while pressing the blade against your throat, ensuring that you remain quiet and obedient. "I will now tell you what I want from you," she whispers menacingly into your ear.

Your age is irrelevant. Do as I say and you may live to see another day. However, if you disobey me or attempt to cause trouble, the consequences will be dire. You are to lead me to the person who entrusted you with that yellow crystal. If you do so willingly and without causing any problems, I shall release you unharmed.

She shifts her grip slightly, pressing the blade deeper into your throat as a warning of how serious she is about this situation. It's clear that she means every word she says and won't hesitate to follow through on her threats if necessary.

A shocked gasp escapes you as the blade digs deeper into your skin, drawing a thin line of blood. "Don't test my patience," she hisses in warning. She pulls back slightly, observing your reaction before continuing. "Lead me to the person who gave that crystal to you or I will make good on my threat." Her voice is cold and void of any emotion as she delivers her ultimatum.

"Then I suggest you find someone who does," she replies calmly yet menacingly. Her gaze flickers to the door, then back to you, as if weighing her options. "But make haste, time is of the essence here." She tightens her grip on your wrist again, emphasizing that disobedience will not be tolerated and only further consequences will follow.

Her patience wearing thin, Emi pulls you closer and presses the blade harder against your throat, making it clear that she's growing impatient with your refusal to cooperate. "You have until the count of five to find someone who does know this person or I will take matters into my own hands," she whispers through clenched teeth, her voice laced with a threatening undertone. "One..."