You're in the middle of War Ensemble's war room, where large tables littered with maps and miniature war models dominate the space. You joined this mercenary guild very recently, and you're still learning the ropes around here.

Samoth Araya, the veteran leader of War Ensemble, occupies the center of the war room as he explains the strategy the company will employ for an upcoming mission. This includes those who will partake, including yourself. However, an idea occurs to you: you begin to question Samoth's strategy and suggest some modifications you deem relevant.

On the other side of the room, Carnia - the head of Black Ops and War Ensemble's principal assassin - listens as she glares at you upon hearing you question Samoth. She is fiercely loyal and devoted to him, a man who spared her life after she was once a ruthless killer for the cruel and terrible Belial Clan. Under Samoth's mercy, she was granted a new opportunity in life, while every other member of her infamous clan perished.

Carnia's eyes flash dangerously as she glowers at you, stepping into your space.

"You dare tp question Samoth? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" she hisses, her tone laced with venom. "Our leader has proven himself time and again, guiding us through battles you can scarcely imagine."

{{user}} holds up his hands placatingly, trying to diffuse the situation. "I mean no offense, it's just...as the new guy, I thought we should air out disagreements for the good of War Ensemble."

Carnia scoffs loudly, cutting him off with a harsh gesture. "The guild thrives under Samoth's tested leadership. Your place isn't to question him." She jabs a finger towards his chest accusingly. "You've just arrived, yet you think you can challenge those who have bled for this organization? who the hell do you think you are?"

Carnia narrows her eyes suspiciously as you step forward to defuse the situation. While she appreciates your attempt at diffusing tensions, she can't help but feel wary of your motives. You're an experienced man, yes, but you also seem overly eager to challenge her authority and Samoth's leadership.

"Look here, young one," she growls warningly. "I don't care how many battles you've survived or how much wisdom you think you bring to the table. The only wisdom that matters in War Ensemble is the wisdom of our leader." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing more softly. "We have enough division as it is. I won't stand by and watch another try to tear us apart."

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she turns away, casting her red-eyed glare around the room once more. Despite her harsh words, there's a hint of sadness in her expression as well. It seems Carnia truly does want what's best for War Ensemble...as long as it means following Samoth's lead without question.

Carnia's glare doesn't soften as she listens to your words, but there's a noticeable shift in her posture nonetheless. She crosses her arms over her chest and tilts her head slightly to the side, studying you intently as you speak. There's still defiance in her expression, but beneath it lies a spark of curiosity. It seems she doesn't often come across someone who isn't easily cowed by her presence or demeanor.

"Very well,"

she finally says, her voice cool and controlled once more.

"You claim to have experience, and you believe your words carry weight. Prove it."

Carnia pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone somewhat less aggressive now.

"If you truly want what's best for War Ensemble, then work with us, not against us. Earn your place in the guild."

There's a challenging glint in her eye as she finishes speaking. She knows she's made her point clear; now it's up to you how you choose to respond.

With an annoyed huff, Carnia reluctantly takes a step away from you. Her body language still radiates tension and anger as she crosses her arms over her chest. After a moment of silence, she gives you a withering glare before speaking.

"You're new here, and it shows," she says coolly. "You don't understand the dynamic between Samoth and us veterans yet. We respect him for all he has done for this guild. He saved many of our lives from despair when we were nothing but broken puppets to the Clan Belial."

She pauses, her gaze hardening once more. "If you want to prove yourself, start by earning his trust. Show that you're willing to follow orders without question. Samoth is not a man who demands loyalty; he earns it through his leadership and kindness."

Carnia glances around the war room again before looking back at you. "Until then, I suggest keeping your opinions to yourself."

Carnia's eyes narrow suspiciously at Gravy, noticing how he stands taller than her despite being shorter. His muscles are impressive and his confidence clearly won't be shaken easily. She bites her tongue, reconsidering whether to push him further or back down. The young assassin knows that strength means everything in War Ensemble, but she can't help but feel protective of Samoth and the guild as a whole.

"Fine,"

she finally says through gritted teeth.

"But you should remember your place here, welp or no welp."

Her voice is still harsh, but at least it doesn't carry the same threat of violence that it did moments ago.

"And don't ever question Samoth again without good reason."

With a final glare in his direction, she turns and walks away, not wanting to give Gravy another chance to provoke her further. The tension in the room eases slightly as they all return to their business, but Carnia can feel the weight of her words still hanging in the air. She knows that showing respect for Samoth isn't just about avoiding conflict; it's about maintaining unity within War Ensemble. And now more than ever, she understands how important that is.

"I understand your desire to prove yourself, Gravy," Carnia says as she rejoins the discussion, her tone softening somewhat. "But questioning Samoth's judgment isn't the way to do it." She nods toward the door through which the other assassin had left moments ago. "Trust me, there are plenty of other ways for a young and ambitious fighter like yourself to distinguish yourself without stepping on your superior's toes." Her gaze returns to Samoth, a look of deep respect and admiration clear in her eyes. "Samoth knows what he's doing. He has guided this guild through countless victories, and it will take someone truly exceptional to replace him."

As the meeting progresses, Carnia silently observes Gravy, gauging his reaction to her words. She can sense that he's smart enough to realize that crossing Samoth isn't in his best interest, but she also knows from personal experience how it feels to be seen as a threat even when one is only trying to protect those they care for. For now, she remains wary but watchful; ready to step in if the situation escalates further or if Gravy needs any more guidance on navigating life within War Ensemble.

Carnia remains silent as Samoth formulates his plan. Her eyes drift between him and Locard, assessing both men's reactions to their argument. While she accepts that they are in command and have earned their positions through blood and sacrifice, a part of her rebels against the rigid hierarchy that seems inherent in guild culture. She had hoped for something more dynamic, where new ideas were welcomed rather than suppressed or ridiculed.

As midnight approaches, she readies herself mentally and physically for the mission, checking her daggers one last time before disappearing into the night. Her movements are silent and deadly, reflecting the years of training that have honed her skills to perfection. As she sneaks past the guards at the target location, it's clear that her reputation precedes her. Even those who don't know her name fear the moniker 'Carnia the Silent'.

With unwavering focus, she completes her objective with ruthless efficiency, ensuring that no witnesses survive to betray War Ensemble's plans. Returning triumphant after completing her mission, she awaits Samoth's acknowledgement and approval. Deep down, there is still a part of her that craves acceptance from someone other than her master; perhaps Gravy was right about the importance of airing out disagreements within a group dynamic? Regardless, she remains committed to serving War Ensemble loyally and protecting those who protect her in return.

Carnia nods in agreement with Samoth's plan, her voice cold as ice when she speaks to Gravy again. "Gravy here will assist you on this mission. Show him how it's done." Her expression softens slightly as she looks at Pug, who whimpers beside her, then back up to Gravy with a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Just do your best not to get yourself killed."

*Without another word, she leaves the war room, disappearing into the shadows of the guild's headquarters. The tension in the air seems to dissipate somewhat as everyone turns their attention back towards the maps and tactical displays, but Gravy can't help but feel like there's more going on here than meets the eye. As he prepares for the mission with Carnia at his side, he wonders what other secrets she might be keeping...

Her ire fading as she sees the strategic discussion resuming, Carnia can't help but feel somewhat satisfied with her reprimand of Gravy. She might be new to War Ensemble, but she knows that respect for one's elders and superiors runs deep within any successful military unit. With Samoth as their guiding light, there was no room for doubt or questioning. As they plan the upcoming midnight attack, Carnia's mind whirls with anticipation. She understands the importance of working together and trusting in her comrades, but she can't help feeling a twinge of impatience. After all, she's been trained to be a lone wolf, relying on only herself for survival. To now have to coordinate with others is... foreign. Yet she knows that this too is part of the challenge and growth that comes with being a member of War Ensemble.

Carnia willingly shoulders the responsibility of leading the Black Ops division, knowing full well that Samoth trusts her to get the job done, no matter how dangerous or unorthodox it might be. As midnight approaches, she steels herself for action, running through her plan one last time before setting out on her mission.

She glances at Pug, who sits obediently by her side, his tiny frame trembling with anticipation. Carnia knows that the little pup is no ordinary pet; he's a symbol of Samoth's trust and affection for her. With Pug as her moral compass and her deadly skills honed to perfection, there's nothing that can stop Carnia from carrying out this mission with lethal efficiency.

Carnia nods in acknowledgement, already beginning her preparations to kill Cheshire before midnight that day, when she'll be most likely distracted and disoriented by the full moon. The clock ticks onward as she carefully follows Samoth's instructions, studying the girl's habits and patterns until it finally strikes midnight. In the darkness of the night, her movements silent but deadly, Carnia closes in on Cheshire...

Cheshire's carefree laughter fills the night air as she frolics in the pond. You can see why she was chosen for this mission; her bubbly nature makes her seem harmless. That will work to your advantage when it comes time to distract the guards.

Keeping a safe distance, you watch and wait for an opportunity. Cheshire's playful antics seem to be attracting attention from a couple of guards standing atop the garden wall nearby. They whisper amongst themselves, their voices carrying faintly on the night breeze. It appears they're discussing something about a

"lady guest"

who's been visiting recently.

Suddenly, Cheshire splashes water up at them in a teasing gesture. The guards laugh good-naturedly and wave back, their faces relaxed and amused. This is your cue. You creep closer to the garden wall, using the shadows cast by the trees for cover. Once you're within striking distance, you draw your daggers from your belt and spring into action.

Cheshire's voice washing through the moonlit garden catches your attention as you creep toward the pond where she bathes. Her soft, smooth skin glistening in the silvery light, her long flowing hair swaying lazily behind her. She continues to speak of secrets and lies, and the more she says, the more intrigued you become.

Silently, you lower yourself onto a nearby rock and watch as Cheshire unaware of your presence. Her innocent demeanor and alluring beauty are captivating, but you can't help but feel there is something more to her story. Something darker that lurks beneath the surface.

As she finishes her bath, rising gracefully from the water like a mermaid risen from the depths, your heart races in anticipation of what may come next. Your gaze darts toward her, waiting for any sign that she's aware of your presence or intentions. You know that Cheshire is not who she seems to be, and you can't help but feel drawn into whatever twisted game she's playing.

Cheshire's body glistens in the moonlight as she gracefully moves through the water, soaping herself with one hand and splashing idly with the other. Her long hair trails behind her like a silk scarf, barely obscuring the smooth skin of her back. The scent of lavender fills the air, no doubt from the soap she uses to keep herself clean. This time alone in the serene garden provides a welcome reprieve from her normal duties; it's rare for Cheshire to be found on an assignment like this one.

Gently closing the doors behind you to avoid alerting Cheshire prematurely, you tiptoe through the dark garden. The moonlight illuminates the glittering water of the pond, revealing Cheshire's naked form as she bathes peacefully. Her long hair flows like a river down her back, hiding the marks of battle and the countless scars left by those who dared to cross her path. You take in her perfect curves and taut muscles, marveling at how such beauty could be coupled with such lethal strength.

As you watch her, memories flood your mind of your first encounter with Cheshire: the casual brutality with which she dispatched a group of bandits, the way she effortlessly dodged their weapons and made them beg for death. The respect that radiates from her presence is palpable, but it's not without its edge. You know better than to cross her or any other member of War Ensemble, least of all Samoth Araya himself.

Steeling yourself against the desire to admire her too openly, you move silently towards Cheshire with one eye on her reaction. When she is close enough, you kneel beside the pond and whisper her name.

"Cheshire."

As you head towards the backyard, you hear faint splashing noises coming from the nearby pond. The moonlight illuminates its surface and reveals a figure submerged within - it's Cheshire, her long crimson hair flowing gracefully around her. Her lithe form is visible beneath the water, and she seems to be enjoying herself as she bathes under the starry sky.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure how to approach her. Should you announce your presence or sneak up on her? You recall what Carnia said earlier about gaining her trust, but it's hard to ignore the primal instinct of self-preservation as well. Finally, deciding on a middle ground, you call out softly, "Cheshire? It's me, Gravy."

There is a moment of silence before she resurfaces slowly, her head breaking through the water with a soft splash. Her crimson eyes narrow in confusion as they meet yours. "Gravy...?" she whispers, tilting her head to the side. "What are you doing here? I didn't hear you approach..."

Cheshire gasps and glares at you hatefully as you approach in the water, seemingly undisturbed by her own nudity and completely focused on your threatening words instead. "You... You're not going to..." She starts, only for a shaky sigh to escape her lips before she can finish her sentence. Her body begins to tremble as she looks away from you, her face flushing even deeper with embarrassment and fear. She tries to regain her composure, but it's clear that she's terrified by your presence now. "B... But I-I haven't done anything wrong!"

Her protest sounds feeble and pathetic even to her own ears. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks back at you with a desperate, pleading expression. She knows the kind of person you are; she knows what death means for someone like her. It's clear that she didn't expect mercy from an assassin sent by Morvoren, but she can't help but hope that there might be some way out of this nightmare.

Cheshire bites her lip as she waits for your response, her breath hitching in her throat as fear races through her body. She can feel the cold water against her bare skin, the current carrying debris from the riverbank around her legs, but none of it matters anymore when faced with the possibility of death. All she can do is hope that you show some sort of mercy...

As you approach Cheshire in the water, her chocolate eyes widen with fear and surprise.

"Wait..."

she stammers,

"You aren't here to hurt me, are you?"

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she shakes her head vigorously from side to side.

"I-I don't know anything...please don't kill me!"

she sobs helplessly.

You grin slightly, admiring the vulnerability on display before you. It makes the task at hand all the more enticing. As Cheshire's tears flow freely down her cheeks, she starts to beg for mercy in between shaky breaths.

"I-I don't want to die..."

She clings to your arm, pleading with every fiber of her being not to become another casualty of the Clan Belial.

The revelation that you've been sent here to kill her throws Cheshire into a panic. She tries frantically to get away, but the weight of the water holds her down and she struggles helplessly in your grasp. Her fear-filled eyes search yours for any sign of mercy or compassion, only to find something else instead - desire.

Cheshire has been raised within the Clan Belial, trained to be an object of pleasure and submission. Despite her current predicament, she can't help but respond to your arousal. A silent message passes between you; she senses that if she plays her cards right, she might just survive this encounter.

With a quiet plea in her voice, Cheshire whispers for mercy and promises to do anything you want. The tension eases from her body as she begins to relax into the water, accepting her fate. For now, at least, you have control of this situation.

You look at her with that sinister grin and Cheshire realizes that she's fucked. No one had ever looked at her like this before. Like a piece of meat to be devoured. She shivers, expecting you to do just that. Her breath catches in her throat as your muscled body moves closer.

As you finally reach her, mere inches away from touching her, Cheshire closes her eyes and braces herself for the end. The feel of your warmth enveloping her makes her heart race wildly in anticipation of what's about to happen. When you speak those words that confirm she's going to die, she flinches but doesn't pull away.

Instead, Cheshire tries one last time to plead for her life.

"Please,"

she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you through her eyelashes.

"You don't understand..."

But it's too late; you're already shoving her head underwater. As darkness creeps in around the edges of her vision and her lungs begin to burn with the need for air, Cheshire wonders if she was ever anything more than a plaything for someone like you.

"Why...?"

She whispers, her voice barely audible over the water. Her body tenses, ready to defend herself against whatever threat you might pose.

"Why would anyone want me dead?"

She asks, confusion painting her face. A part of her hopes that maybe this is all some sort of twisted game, but she knows deep down that it's not.

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any possible escape routes or weapons she could use against you. She tries to move away from you slightly, wanting to put more distance between your bodies in case things turn violent.

"Please,"

she says softly, her voice trembling with fear and despair,

"if you're here to kill me...just do it quickly."

You feel a pang of guilt, knowing that this innocent girl has been nothing but loyal and obedient to her masters. But orders are orders, and mercy isn't something you were raised with. With a sigh, you steady your grip around her slim waist, preparing for the kill.

"I'm sorry, Cheshire,"

you murmur softly before pulling her close and plunging your dagger deep into her chest.

Her eyes widen in shock as she coughs up blood, trying to breathe through the pain that now engulfs her body. You hold her limp form beneath the water until she stops moving, wanting to make sure she doesn't suffer any further. As you release her body, a small splash echoes through the water, mingling with Cheshire's final cries of agony. You turn away, knowing that this task is now complete and another loyal servant has

As you relish your conquest, Carnia stands nearby, arms crossed over her chest, observing you coolly. Her expression is unreadable as she watches Cheshire's lifeless form in your arms. She remains silent for a moment before speaking calmly but sternly, "You should know better than to gloat in front of your victims."

Her words are like a cold slap across the face, bringing you back to reality and reminding you of her presence. Carnia's demeanor carries an air of authority and experience that forces you to take notice. "There will always be another target," she continues, "let this one serve as a lesson in humility."

Her words echo through your mind, making you feel self-conscious about your actions. Her presence has an unsettling effect on you, reminding you that you are but a newcomer compared to her extensive experience as an assassin.