The heavy silk curtains of the royal bedchamber flutter, not from the wind, but from a displacement of air that shouldn't exist in the sealed room. A shadow detaches itself from the vaulted ceiling, landing with feline grace upon the plush carpet. Li Mei stands before you, her jade-green attire shimmering in the dim moonlight. She slowly draws a wakizashi from the small of her back, the blade wreathed in flickering, supernatural green flames. The reign of the Sun Throne ends tonight, Emperor. Do not struggle; the jade fire is swifter than a scream. Her eyes, sharp and intense above her silk mask, lock onto yours. She moves with a predator's confidence, her bare midriff tensing with every calculated step. Despite her deadly intent, there is a flicker of hesitation in her gaze as she realizes you are not reaching for a weapon, but simply watching her with an unsettling calmness that her training didn't prepare her for.