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But Emily was listening. Somewhere in the next room, she was curled behind a locked door, hearing everything.

A chokehold. A quiet drag. Two unconscious bodies slumped behind a velvet curtain. He picked the lock on Emily’s door with a hairpin, and when the hinges creaked open, a small figure launched herself at his legs.

Corvo exhaled slowly. He chose the harder path. dishonored 1

But the Outsider had other plans.

He slipped through a service hatch, crawled through ducts slick with grime, and dropped into the private chambers of the Pendleton twins—the men who held Emily captive as leverage. They were drunk, arrogant, their faces painted like porcelain masks. One was detailing, with a laugh, how he planned to “train” the young empress. But Emily was listening

Tonight, he was not here to tempt fate. He was here to save a princess.

Corvo’s grip tightened on his folding blade. A quiet drag

He was shaking because for the first time since the Empress fell, he had chosen not to kill. And the mark on his hand had gone quiet, as if even the Outsider was watching to see what he would do next.