Dishonored 1 Apr 2026

Emily squeezed his neck. “You’re shaking,” she said.

He Blinked across the courtyard, landing without a sound on a wrought-iron balcony. Inside, a guest was arguing with a courtesan. Corvo pressed his face to the glass. The man’s throat was bare. His coin purse was fat. It would be so easy to slide a blade between his ribs. dishonored 1

But the Outsider had other plans.

He wasn’t. Not from cold. Not from fear. Emily squeezed his neck

Corvo knew the truth the Loyalists had not yet learned: in Dunwall, mercy was a luxury. But so was vengeance. And he had not yet decided which one would cost him more. Inside, a guest was arguing with a courtesan

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