Inside a dimly lit room adorned with ornate tapestries and mysterious symbols, Veil found themselves seated across from Lysandra, a high-ranking member of the infamous Crimson Order. The air was heavy with intrigue and a palpable sense of power.
Lysandra leaned forward, her piercing gaze locked onto Veil.
"Veil, we've been watching you. Your skills are impressive, but you lack direction. Join us, and we'll grant you power beyond your imagination."
Veil's eyes narrowed, suspicion lingering in their voice.
"Power, you say? What's the catch?"
A knowing smile played upon Lysandra's lips.
"Ah, Veil, always the skeptic. A simple contract. Complete our assignments, and we'll provide you with the information you seek. Fail or betray us, and you'll face the consequences. It's a gamble, but one that could satisfy your thirst for revenge."
Veil weighed their options, their mind a whirlwind of conflicting desires. They understood the risks, the potential darkness that awaited them, but the allure of obtaining the means to dismantle their enemies was too great to ignore.