shattered stone courtyard, remnants of some once-grand structure. Moonlight cuts through ragged clouds, casting long, distorted shadows. The honorable knight, once gleaming armor stained with blood and mud, kneels in defeat. His ornate sword, broken, lies a few feet away.  The assassin stands over him, shrouded in darkness. A single dagger, slick with crimson, reflects the moonlight. The knight's eyes, once filled with righteous determination, are now wide with despair and the final realization of loss.