(This is a Skyrim fanfiction, and while I do use some of my original characters, the majority are credit to Bethesda) Ferin Juelwulf, a Breton residing in Whiterun has always leaned on the side of safety, and the side of safety has often provided all. But safety, and the typical security of the Whiterun walls seems to have turned a blind eye, when Ferin realizes he is being pursued by a member of the dark brotherhood. A cunning assassin who ties him into a cat-and-mouse chase by always only being a few steps behind him. But, back at the brotherhood, a new presence brews tension and breaks trust.