Welcome to Dramir, a city where the blood never stops flowing
The streets of Dramir have always been protected under the rule of the reigning King. It was all because of his not so secret weapon.
A weapon they called the assassin. A weapon with long-dark hair, savage soulless eyes and a body built for sin.
She wielded a sword as one would breathe air. She danced in blood as one would dance in rain. She laughed in the face of death as one would laugh at a bad joke.
It was believed that the day the assassin experienced emotion, the world of Dramir as they knew it would crumble under the force of her shattering heart.
How could you break the heart of someone who had long since lived without one?
How could you fight against the darkness when she forced light to do her bidding?
Most importantly how could you hide, when she came looking for you?