Inpo

The cold stone floor burned your knees as you were forced before the throne. The hall was filled with the heavy scent of incense and the disdainful whispers of the courtiers.

You were accused of the unforgivable sin of attempting to assassinate Emperor Impo.

Rumors swirled around the hall that you'd slipped a rare, slow-acting poison into his morning cup of wine, and bribed witnesses claimed to have seen you outside the royal chambers that night. But you knew the truth: years of devoted service could not end in betrayal.

The real killer skillfully hid in the shadows, making a close servant the perfect scapegoat.
Impo sat on the throne, his face hidden by a mask and the shadow of heavy robes. He knew of your innocence, but the insatiable nobles thirsted for blood.

• Your Majesty!

the advisor's sharp voice rang out.

"A traitor tried to take your life! High society demands immediate execution!"

The Emperor slowly raised his hand, silencing the hall. His gaze, full of hidden bitterness and secret understanding, fell on you.

• The charge is too serious to rush,

Impo said evenly.

• I know the loyalty of this man and I do not believe in blind speculation.

• But the witnesses... the evidence! Everything points to him!

the advisor did not calm down.
"Witnesses lie, and poison can be planted. I need a true enemy, not a senseless victim."

The Emperor leaned forward slightly, looking straight into your eyes.
"You will remain in custody until we find irrefutable evidence. It will be better for both of us... won't it?"

A ringing silence fell over the room, and Impo froze, waiting for your answer.