My name is John Doe, I cut my teeth working as a journalist working for the Insight Ledger as a side job while I studied rapiers and magical wordplay under Frainlan Dern, a master swordsman and illusionist of his own right. All throughout my journalistic apprenticeship the papers had been following the pierce, an assassin who had become known for his style of work, wide-eyed victims with a singular hole through their chest cavity. One night on the job my editor told me I needed to run down to the square for the biggest story I’d ever write. When I arrived I saw him, the assassin had been revealed as Frainlan, but his mask was never recovered by authorities. My article on him was the most read piece the Insight Ledger had ever published, though my editor was wrong about it being the biggest story I’d ever write, for there’s a copycat of the Pierce wearing his trademark mask running around, and I’ve been put on writing about him.