Dishonored: Death at a Dinner Party

I snuck up through shadows toward a table filled with collectibles, grabbed the man patrolling the area and choked him until he passed out. Among the items was a container of whale oil, so I picked it up and carried it around for a while, then tossed it. It exploded. Guards suddenly ran from behind buildings and fired pistols, armored foes on metal stilts emerged and shot explosive bolts at my position. What was once a quiet street had erupted into a warzone, all because I made a sound. I fled, sprinting wildly across the nighttime cityscape and using my blink skill to quickly flit between rooftops and rise above the din I’d inadvertently stirred. I hid on the rooftops and after a while began to feel a sense of calm. Thankfully my attackers couldn’t climb the walls.