|Alexandrov, Vladimir Olbast, Russia|

I could feel my nervousness become worse as I arrived at the Alexandrov Kremlin to complete my mission. I've gone over the file father had given me countless times. My target was Ravil Semyonov, a Russian commoner that had allegedly stolen an enormous amount of money from the ambassador of Kushov. From what I heard from the locals, Ravil and his family are immensely poor and his youngest boy is gravely sick. With the money he stole, he could give his family a better life and return his son back to health. But now the ambassador wants him dead and I'm here to assassinate him.

I can feel my hands start to clam up as I stand on the rooftop of the Alexandrov Kremlin preparing to kill an innocent man, or at least I thought he was. Taking a deep breath, I jump off of the roof and grab onto the window ledge near it. As I begin to pull myself up, I hear number of people chattering on about politics. I wait as they start to make their way out of the room, closing the door behind them.

The room is clear. I make my way into the window making sure to be as quiet as I can. Closing the window behind me, I turn on the tracking device Maria had given me before the mission and signal to her that I made it into the castle. Now that I'm in, I can't get out of here until Ravil Semyonov has been assassinated. I feel myself starting to regret my decision and taking the assignment.

I've taken multiple missions where I had to assassinate tyrants, robbers, and even other assassins. But this is entirely different from all of those. The man that I'm supposed to kill could be entirely innocent. He was pushed into a corner, forced to make a decision that would either help his family, or put his family in jeopardy. In this situation, there's no right or wrong decision. It was either making a better life for his son, or suffering in poverty for who-knows-how-long. But, sadly, my opinion is invalid. No one cares what a Knightwalker has to say about anything. After all, an assassin has one job- to assassinate.

A few moments later, after searching and hiding, I spot Ravil among several other party guests. He looks very different from the others, as he is wearing more "expensive" clothing. I assumed that he already spent the stolen money. I hope that he spent his money wisely by giving his family what they need. With that, I take off my gear, revealing a change of clothes fit for the occasion- a dress. Making sure that I blend in, I begin walking towards Ravil and the other guests.

I hear him conversing about his "newly-acquired" currency obnoxiously, informing his friends that as soon as he had gotten the money, he proceeded believing that "nagging hoodlum" of a wife and his fragile son, to begin starting a life of his own.

The moment I heard that wretched statement, I could feel my anger exploding through the roof. The man that I felt nothing but sympathy for, had left his family in poverty along with leaving his youngest son on the brink of death. This is it. Ravil Semyonov has to die.