Minjun

The tavern door swung open. A cold breeze whipped through your robes as a dark-haired man entered the booth across from you, one hand resting on the hilt of the dagger at his waist. His dark eyes fixed you intently. "I've been waiting for you," he said in a low voice. "Someone in this room will die before midnight. You must help me stop it… or you will be next on my list. Which will you choose?"