"W-Who are you?!" Lord Jin shrieked, his voice cracking as he wildly thrashed against his bonds. "Do you have any idea who I am?! My father is the Vice Minister of Revenue! He controls the Emperor's gold! If you don't untie me right now, I will have your entire families skinned alive!"
From the dark corner of the warehouse, a slow, utterly unamused sigh echoed.
"Yes, Jin. We know exactly who your father is," a cold, smooth woman's voice replied. "That is precisely why you are sitting in that chair, ruining your silk pants in terror."
Heena stepped out of the shadows.
She wasn't wearing her usual aristocratic gowns or the heavy Vanguard armor. She was dressed in completely black, unidentifiable stealth robes, a navy blue cloak draped over her shoulders. Her face was half-concealed by the high collar, but her dark, predatory eyes caught the lantern light, gleaming with absolute, freezing ruthlessness.
