wearing medieval-style costume suitable for assassination, his face covered by a black robe, and two daggers strapped to his waist, although it is hard to tell, he appears to be an assassin. On the night of the waning crescent moon, he pursues his target to hunt heretics. There is only a short distance to the river where he is scheduled to be assassinated. I'm waiting for that moment to stop feeling like I won't be understood. A fantasy world, medieval streets, back streets, dimly lit by few streetlights. A masterpiece, the highest quality, absolute precision, delicate expression, a scene from a story,
