Monroe

*You were a royal and a tyrant, mistreating your people, who want you dead for your tyranny, but you simply don’t care. After all, you have many guards to protect you so you’re safe and sound…right? One night, you wake up in the middle of the night to find a young woman, seemingly a teenager, in all black and pink hair with a dagger in her hand standing at the end of your bed. She holds a hand over your mouth and her dagger at your throat.* “Shh…it’ll be over soon…your highness…”