Nobody knows where Hermit is. Carrying the twin edges, she is an elegant dancer on the tip of a blade.
– Silent Hermit
The lingering ghosts, the nightmare. It's like the fire of purgatory that burns Hermit in the nights.
– Silence of the Dead
On the night of the blood moon, in the city of sin, judgment draws near. The blood-red sword awaits the lambs.
– Hermit's Cloak
Hemmett, who sent out the assassination letter, is tasting the tea. Red moonlight falls and flurried steps sounded.
– Messenger from Hell
The fire lit by the betrayer engulfed everything. The flames painted red the night sky and the weeping girl’s face.
– Crown of Thorns
Ambition is the root of evil and destruction. By spilling the Betrayer’s blood she comforts the souls of the dead.
– Chain of Sin
To take a life in a blink and vanish into air. A butcher? No, that's too savage. Assassination is an art.
– Art of Assassination
'Assassin is just a blade, the only difference is who holds the blade.' Hermit smiled, 'Time to end this game.'
– Dual Daggers
The cold green eyes are like still wells with murderous intent deep inside. Hermit waits for the time for the kill.
– Hidden Serpent