As he ran through the streets, his blue eyes were wide with terror, and his face was drenched with sweat.

Alistair's blonde hair was flowing in the wind as he ran at a sprinting pace with graceful ease.

Despite the horrific expression he was bearing, his face was well-proportioned and handsome. He was definitely a lady's man in any sense of the word. There was no doubt that he has used his looks and charms to seduce women in the past, considering his physique was quite masculine as well.

What he held in his hand seemed to be nothing more than a simple amulet made of brass, yet the gemstone inside its socket was a flawless amethyst which had an ominous aura about it.

Running passed the merchants and peasants in the marketplace with seemingly no effort, one could immediately tell this man was a professional thief.

He wore a simplistic brown leather tunic, and cotton leggings. A brown cloak could be seen as well which covered himself almost completely from his shoulders to his shins. It also hid the belt around his waist which holstered two daggers, and a pouch. This choice of equipment helped him blend in with the public, as it was commonplace attire.

Yet… why is he running away with a look of such panic? Surely a trained thief wouldn't want to attract such high attention to himself by running through crowds.

"Boss—I've spotted him. He took the bait."

A lone girl dressed in dark-brown leather attire and a black cloak was perched on the ledge of a nearby building looking down towards the marketplace. Her luscious red hair trailed all the way down her back, ending shortly after her tailbone and her beautiful green eyes pierced the surroundings with masterful perception. She appeared to be thirteen-years-old, but looks are deceiving in this world.

Looking closely, you could see that her ears were a good two inches longer than a normal human's, and ended in points. That would leave no doubt that she had elvish blood in her.

Elves are a race of beautiful people who live for millenniums, so she may be closer to one hundred and thirty years old. Despite this, her aging has slowed down tremendously and is still in her adolescent years of life.

Moments later, all she heard in her thoughts was, "Excellent work, Carmille. Please see to it that this man suffers for his actions… This obviously goes without saying, but don't kill him."

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Carmille nodded her head and kept her gaze on Alistair. She began hastily following after him, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Her speed greatly outmatched his despite this, and went to show that if he was a professional thief, than she was a master tracker.

Another strike of fear ran up Alistair's spine as he sensed the presence of the danger that has been following him this whole time imminently nearby. He began cursing his fate as he felt this.

"Shit, shit, shit! Gods, wherever you are—or if you even exist—please help me! I don't want to die like this! I promise I'll be good from here on out, just spare me! I have too much to live for!"

I can't believe its come to this! I was such an idiot, I should never have taken up this damn request! That goddamned noble… If I make it through this I'll see to it that he pays me tenfold what he promised.

As he finished that train of thought, tears began falling down his face. Immediately trying to hide his shame, he began wiping them away with his sleeve, but a surge of fear completely stopped him in his tracks and his face seemed to freeze in terror.

Alistair looked up and realized he found the cause of his fear. Standing above him on the ledge of a skywalk was a woman whose eyes were cold—dead, even.

He knew that even with her small physique, she was a force to be reckoned with, but even so—

"—Beautiful…"

Taken aback by the beauty before him, he couldn't help but stare. But with that, Carmille jumped down wielding a short sword and a dagger in either hand and slashed through his body like butter as she landed. A huge gash split his shoulder open on his left side, and the dagger in her other hand was pierced directly into his lung from his collarbone on the right.

The force from the attack brought him down to his knees and with a brief pause, all that could be heard was—

"—EEYAAAAAAHHHH!"

A cry of pain. The flesh from his shoulder was cleaved through, causing it to lean away from his torso. The horror he felt before was from his want to live, but now the horror he felt is about how long must he suffer before he dies. The look of shock, pain, and horror twisted onto his face all at once as he continuously cried in pain. Deep inside, he wished that he could just die already.

It seemed like ages had passed, almost as if there was no end to his suffering. The blood pooled forth below him in huge gushes, but he could not understand. The blades were still lodged into his body, yet death surely should have taken hold of him already.

He was frozen in pain, and sharp knives seemed to pierce his wounds over and over if he even tried to move.

The shock he was in seemed to block out the whole world, and left him with his thoughts. However that was quickly thrown away once he looked up at Carmille's cute lips.

All he heard was one word repeated over and over as a glowing, green light emitted from his ever-sustaining wounds. The look on his face only worsened as he realized his fate. The words which anyone would be overjoyed to hear was now his worst nightmare. Those torturous words ran through his mind as the short sword and dagger twisted in his wounds.

"[Heal]… [Heal]… ]Heal]…."