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The Imperial Palace, 10:10AM
The Emperor-King sifts through his papers, reading what is going on with the RMB during his brief breaks for either the bathroom or his headache. He chuckled, seeing what had occurred between the Shadow Emperor and Murmanov, and found the situation amusing, especially with just how absurd he thought the “Holy Mandate” to be. As he returned to his papers, he recognized something was off. It was far too quiet. He took his pen, which actually functioned as a knife as well, and brought it with him to the entrance to his room.

“Guards?” He called out, but heard no response. Curious, he chose to step away from his work to see what was going on.

As he stepped outside his room, he was shocked to find one guard against the wall, a blood trail that came from the wall and followed down to the corpse. He looked down the hall a bit to see another guard laying face forward on the ground. He immediately went back into his room and scanned the surrounding area, but saw nothing, before going to a buzzer.

“I’d highly recommend against that, sir.” Julius heard the voice from behind him call.

He paused, his hand inches away from the button.

“What do you want?” He said, unmoving.

“Well, it’s rather simple. Either call off your public investigation, or we’ll be forced to butcher you like we did those guards.” The man said, as two more figures stepped from out of the shadows.

“I wouldn’t betray my people. All three of these senators are incredibly influential and popular, doing anything less than what I am doing now would effectively
be political suicide.” The Emperor-King responded.

“Well, we’re not really giving you any other options here. Now then, for the last time - Stop the investigation.” The man replied stoicly.

“Fine, fine, but at least let me have the privilege to know who you work for so I can at least know that you’re allies.” The Emperor responded, stepping away from the button.

“We are the Scarlet Glove Society. We are a broken-off sect of the Republican Party you’ve so unfortunately put underground for a second time now. We consist of Democrats all the way to Socialists. Now then, your question has been answered, we will be leaving now.” The man says, and finishes, gesturing for his entourage to leave.

“Ah I see. Well, I thank you for your time.” The Emperor-King said, before charging the man with his pen knife.

Several gunshots reverberate from the room and outside to the courtyard through an room open window, and an alarm is sounded. As a young guard runs into the room, he finds the Emperor-King laying in a pool of his own blood, holding in his hand a scarlet glove, and a trail of blood leading to the window. As the guard ran to the window, he saw a man lifeless on the courtyard floor, a pen-knife in his neck.

"Death is very likely the single best invention of life. It is life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new." -Steve Jobs