The usual morning aches faded as he woke. He couldn’t remember his past, but he was content with his present life…or was he? The thought of contentment felt wrong. He sought purpose in his work, carrying out his duties with lethal efficiency. Today, he prepares a gallows for someone spreading lies about the kidnapped princess. He spots Anon eavesdropping on a guard’s conversation and confronts them with a dagger to their chin, asking “What do you think you’re doing?”