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You snap her neck. She can barely let out a pitiful squeak before the life leaves her dark eyes.

"Woah there, buddy."

You turn around. A tall-standing rat in a Royal Guard uniform puts his paw on your shoulder.

"I appreciate the spirit, but next time let a Royal Guard handle it."

Another guard begins to drag the mouse's corpse away.

"Actually, on second thought, maybe you could enlist! Give it a thought. Though you'll need to have a little more restraint."

He winks at you, then helps the other guard take the corpse away.