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Just one well-aimed shot took away your dear and beloved sister; she died in a damn duel in an underground dueling guild.
All this was because of debts that she could not pay on time.
The killer was Twilight, the guild's leader. In 12 years, he had never lost a duel, and this time too.

You trained for a long time to avenge her. Your grandfather taught you to shoot without shaking, your father taught you to look stern, and only your mother taught you mercy.
The day of vengeance had arrived, and you entered this place saturated with lies, hatred, and death without fear. He greeted you with an icy smile, and at the suggestion of a duel, his gaze lit up with interest.
The duel will take place on Sunday at 11:00 am without delay.
All this time you were preparing and coming to him to drill with your cold, stern gaze, and he threatened/intimidated.

The cold, sharp blade was at your throat, his sweet whisper was in your ear, but you didn’t flinch.

• It's not too late to refuse... you'll die, don't you understand?
  the man said confidently with a grin.