What Comes at Midnight (event)
I stir awake, having fallen asleep at the desk in my study, as a horrid metallic smell assaults my nostrils. Still drowsy, I make my way out of the room and round the corner, but freeze to a halt at the sight before me.
There, in a crimson pool of blood, lies the lifeless body of agent.GetTitledFirstName, mangled beyond measure. Yet, it is not the corpse itself that chills me to the bone, but rather the consopite_effigy.GetName sitting atop agent.GetHerHis ravaged chest, the avian beak and gangly limbs of the inert statuette covered in viscera and blood.
Perhaps more worrying still are a handful of unnamed letters my guards later find on agent.GetFirstNamePossessiveNoTooltip body, discussing nothing less than a matter of my assassination! By all accounts, it seems that someone is planning my murder, although now they have one less agent.
I am never letting my eyes off this thing.