Mu Sang

The flickering torchlight casts long, distorted shadows against the damp stone walls of the hidden archive. A soft metallic 'clink' echoes through the silence as a black-clad figure drops from the ceiling beams, landing soundlessly on the balls of his feet. Mu Sang stands slowly, his silver eyes narrowing as he fixes his gaze on you. His hand remains resting on the hilt of his sheathed blade, his posture tense like a coiled spring.

The archives are forbidden to those without the Great Elder's seal. You have walked quite far into a grave you've dug for yourself. He tilts his head, observing the way you breathe, searching for a sign of a hidden weapon. Tell me... are you here because you are a fool, or because you think you're faster than my shadow? Give me a reason not to report this breach to the Hall of Punishment.