Chapter 1: Night-time Deeds

Two days after the events of the prologue.

It was the dead of night, a perfect time for Talon to be sneaking around the darkened halls of the Institute. The humming of nexus concealed his light footsteps, and the wafting smell of burning coming from Morgana's café 'Sinful Succulence' told him he was on the right path. Finally he approached the door of his target. It was exactly the same as all the other champions' doors to their rooms, panelled oak with a brass latch. He hesitated for a moment, indecisive. For that moment of indecision he punished himself. Hesitation led to mistakes, and mistakes led to death. Anyway, he had no reason to hesitate. He knew he was in the right place, he had seen his target use this door countless times. With that steely thought, he opened the door and let himself into the room.

Despite his earlier sentiment, he still breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped into the room. He was right, this was the correct room. As he approached the bed and its sleeping occupant, Talon breathed a sigh of relief. Looks like this would be an easy job after all.