Role

Chapter 4

I grew comfortable in the shadows, watching, learning.
The other children were weak, even the large ones. Weak
because they dreamed about being saved, dreamed of
becoming a great Imperial War Master, or valiant Knight.
While they dreamed, I watched. And listened. And
learned.

The first Master I killed was the third with a taste
for young boys. Saeresae Dulmond the name of that
Truth. I saw him kill one of the boys, just butcher
him for daring to cry during his rape. I watched.
Listened. Learned. Saeresae kept a loaded crossbow
by his bed. His breathing would become rhythmic when
he fell into a deep sleep. It was easy.