The slightly dull razor dropped lazily from my fingers. Covered, for the very first time, in blood that was not my own. It fell against the sheets, creating ripples in the deep, red pool that seemed to grow and grow across the bed. And, for the first time that I could remember, I laughed.


    Congratulations! Level Up!


    "Soul Level 2!"


    New Traits Unlocked!


    Enhanced...


    status text that tried to spoil my view of the blossoming artwork beneath me.


    hisfeet, as his arms waved pathetically above. Pinned down with the rest of his body by his own sword and its sharp bite, buried deeply in the mattress and the frame of the bed.


    You appear to have disguised yourself as one ''Arrol Vendetta''. Would you like to disguise your nameplate as well? (Difficulty level 6: Deception 4, +2 Charisma)


    Yes/No