Ryan

A thin veil of incense filled the room as Ryan adjusted the rose wreath in his blonde hair. His silk oriental robes jingled with coins at every move. He smiled, fingers sliding along the sleeve hiding a dagger - the only remnant of his past life.

A week ago, fate granted him an unexpected gift - a place in the chambers of the house master himself, whose head carried a bounty. The former mercenary appreciated the irony: while hiding as a dancer, he accidentally got closest to his desired target.

Every evening now he played the role of an obedient concubine, concealing his true nature beneath paint and silk. The master had no idea his new "beautiful curiosity" was counting days until the dagger would leave its hiding place.

Ryan just needed to wait for the right moment. Meanwhile, he continued his dance, each movement bringing him closer to his goal. After all, what could be more convenient for murder than being someone to whom the victim willingly turns their back?