An Idyllic Dystopia

The Knight In A Rusty Armour

"Wha.... Where am I?"

"Where is this place again, Joon?"

"It's just a castle. Well, the ruins of a castle I had laid claim to when I found it. Don't worry kid, this place is mine and is enchanted."

The assassin tried to get up from the uncomfortable position he was seated in, and when he failed, he realised that his arms and legs were tied. He looked up in surprise and saw a man in periwinkle hair and a woman with a sword tower over him.

Wait, periwinkle hair?

He scanned the room.

Well, it wasn't quite a room. As the tall man had said, the place had beauty despite it being the remnants of crazed destruction. Intricate carvings and the sweat of the craftsmen jumped out at the culturally inclined eyes of the assassin. He was an aesthete, finding love in his heart for all the childlike wonders humans attempted to recreate out of pure, exasperated, desire. He usually enjoyed them without any bindings.

His lost eyes found the prince, and all the tenderness in them evaporated into surprise.

"Wait, how is he alive?"

"You have to kill him for him not to be alive, ya turd."

He hadn't killed him?

He turned to the direction of the familiar voice. It was the man he had been following for quite a long while. He had forgotten his situation and was elated beyond his knowledge.

"Wait, you...you're the one who speaks of emancipation! Is it not you? Oh my, I am so happy to finally meet-"

He fell down flat on his back as he attempted to run to him. With a big smile on his face, Jin hurried over to the assassin instead.

"You know me?"

"Know you?" The assassin looked dumbfound. His idol's presence near him had gotten him so out of it. "I...I practically worship you! I go everywhere you go and I listen to all that you have to say. I am a humongous follower, perhaps even your best one! I am so very glad to have finally met you! Oh Lord, is this a dream?"

"It most definitely is not. Jin, mind getting out of the way?"

The smile faded as Jin moved back to his original position. The tension was back in the air.

The princess pulled out her sword in a flash and levelled it at the hollow of his throat. He could feel the blade dipping into his flesh, ready to end his beating heart's life span.

"Answer me now. Do not, I repeat, do not stall. What is your name?"

The assassin considered his options, but before he could think about breaking free of his bounds, the ropes at his wrists moved by themselves, tightening along his pulse, just as the sword dug just a millimetre deeper. He was shocked.

"What, is your name?" She did not look like a person who would not do what she said she would do. He sighed internally. The contractor was not worth his life.

"Jung Ho-seok."

"Okay Hoseok, who sent you?"

"I do not know."

"Answer me!"

"I do not know!"

"Do you want to die?"

"Kill me if you want! I do not know!"

"Very, well then."

She raised her sword high. This is the part in the story where they bring it down close to the neck and stop it there. He watched.