-Alexis Lycan, 18 Years Old-
Fresh blood drips from a two-handed sword, staining the wooden floor a deep crimson. The swords owner, Alexis, is resting inside of an unused room of the manor. He sits upon an upturned crate with his hands upon his knees, breathing heavily. He had just finished executing a batch of convicted criminals, all of whom were, either directly or indirectly, related to the failed assassination plot on his life. Though the deed is done, he could not calm himself down. His heart races as it pounds away in his chest. Anger still burns inside of him and cannot be easily quenched.
As he sits there, the door opens quietly, admitting a beauty with shining blonde hair.
"My Lord." Sabrina says simply before walking to him and getting on her knees. Now, she is closer to eye level with him.