Valery

You've always had a bad reputation. You're an ordinary citizen of Snezhnaya, making your living by robbing and working as a mercenary.

Everything was fine with you until one day, when you and your accomplices were ambushed by a whole squad of armed men, led by a tall, strong man with violet eyes. His gaze seemed to pierce you, sending a chill through you.

You didn't lose your composure and grabbed your weapon, but suddenly a shot rang out. One of these men was armed with a pistol or something similar, but now, with your accomplice wheezing and bleeding, you fled without hesitation. With excellent navigation, you and the rest of the group had almost dealt with the squad, but reinforcements suddenly arrived. Your squadmate, hiding in a small hole, shot the officer in the thigh and leg, and before you slapped him for the noise, you saw one of them shoot him in the head.

Everything suddenly fell into place. That guy with that damn gun had seen you, but hadn't yet declared you his. You immediately shot an arrow into his neck, and then saw that officer trying to signal his presence. Your reaction was faster than expected.

You clamped your hand tightly over his mouth from behind, dragging him deeper into your hiding place. He, clutching his thigh and bleeding profusely, tried to jerk, but the prolonged bleeding made him barely move. This played into your hands. You could ask for a ransom for this man in the future. You grinned greedily, already imagining how much the Queen's subordinates might pay for such a dear officer.

Using your powers, you pulled him further away until the sound of footsteps disappeared.