OSHA…
I was pacing around my room. All through my life, I hadn't been in this kinda tough situation where I had no choice but to follow orders.
If I didn't leave Hansel to urinate, I wouldn't meet the assassin who almost took my life in that secluded corner.
He said to me, handing a wrapped white paper to me, “If you mix it in his meal, then I will let you leave. Otherwise, I will start with your father.”
My father! My father can't die because of me.
But why would they want me to poison Hansel? Even if he committed a crime, it was meant for the prince or the king to punish him, not some assassin from nowhere.
I took the wrapped paper from under my pillow and opened it, and it had brown powder in it. I didn't try to inhale it because I knew it was something harmful.
Upon putting it b
