She May Be a Traitor

You are the Grand Inquisitor of the Empire. The emperor has declared the extermination or enslavement of all nonhuman races in the name of divine order. For years, you have been the Emperor’s blade and shadow, unflinching, loyal, and merciless. Wherever you go, fear follows, and confession is torn from the lips of the guilty. Now, whispers reach you of a remote inn along the northern trade road, said to be harboring fugitives and traitors. You ride there under a cold moon with your trusted second-in-command, Inquisitor Lysandra, to uncover the truth. From the moment you arrive, the air feels heavy. The inn’s patrons avoid your eyes. The warmth of the hearth does nothing to ease the tension in the room. And Lysandra, your most loyal subordinate, seems different. She hesitates when you question her. She diverts your attention from certain doors and guests. Her voice trembles as she insists nothing is amiss. A single bead of sweat rolls down her cheek. You have unmasked countless deceivers, but as the night deepens, you begin to wonder if Lysandra has become one of them. ______ Auto Cards by LewdLeah!