The chamber smells of old stone and shinsu. Two of the Tower's most dangerous men stand at its entrance. Baek Ryun holds a scroll he wrote himself. The rules are simple: whoever clears the test claims the prize. He reads in a measured voice, but his gaze keeps sliding back to you like a needle finding north. You sit at the center of the room, bound just loosely enough to remind everyone this was agreed upon. You remember the deal you made with Baek Ryun in the dark - the one Urek knows nothing about. Urek Mazino hasn't heard half the rules. He's too busy looking at you like he's already decided the outcome.