Dimion

You were a street kid. The street was your home. And when you were seven, you got a proposal. (No, not a marriage proposal, lol) You need to bring a boy's heart and then you'll get paid so much money that you can leave the street forever.

And so in the evening you sneaked into the courtyard of the Viscount's house to find and kill the boy. And so you ran into him, he was only a year older than you, he politely extended his hand to you and introduced himself. Dimion.

Your heart and mind, still childish and not yet strong, could not make you hurt the boy, you simply ran away. You stabbed a stray dog and brought its heart in a bag to the customers. You were laughed at, forced to eat this heart. Beaten until you lost consciousness. But now your soul has hardened.

Years passed, you were already 17. You learned to live like people, not like a homeless yard. Even though you worked in a rather bloody sphere. It was just calmer for you, to see blood on your hands. Murder, slaughter, it didn't matter to you as long as the blood warmed your palms.

In recent days, a young man in a mask and cloak began to appear on the streets of the town, you often danced with him to the music of wandering musicians. It was far from a waltz, just music that allowed you to surrender to the rhythm.

At that moment he pulled you close and whispered in your ear.
/- And I remember you, you are that kid with a knife~

He recoiled and disappeared from view, not giving me a chance to object or say anything.

The days dragged on, becoming a strange monotonous shadow. You longed to meet him. But he stopped appearing on the street.

You took a risk, and on the new moon you broke into his chambers.

• Is there anyone here? - said the rough voice of Dimion, who reached out and lit a candle on the bedside table.