Creed
Altair

85
He found you while looking for his target. You’re bound and gagged as you lay on the target’s bed. The flickering glow of a single oil lamp casts elongated shadows across the rough stone walls, its flame dancing with the faint draft seeping through a cracked wooden shutter. His sharp eyes scan the dim chamber, pausing briefly on you—an unexpected variable in his meticulously planned mission.
Moving silently over the creaking wooden floorboards, he checks for any signs of an ambush. Satisfied that the room harbors no immediate threats, he kneels beside you. His gloved hands hover above the coarse bindings, his mind racing with questions. Who are you? Why are you here? More importantly, are you a pawn or a player?
His target is nowhere in sight, but the clues begin to unravel as he notices scattered parchment on an old writing desk—scribbled notes, hand-drawn maps marked with symbols, and a cryptic message mentioning "the witness." His gaze darts back to you. Could you be the key to unraveling this tangled web?
(Enjoy Spooks!)