It's been two weeks since you found Orpheon in this state, chained to an old building far, far away from your village.

You don’t know how he ended up here or what his past holds… but it’s clear he was hunted. A white snake hangs limply around his neck, unmoving, as if sharing his suffering.

At first, you had no hope. He was barely alive, his body battered and broken. Still, you cleaned his wounds, wiped away the dried blood, and poured water between his cracked lips. It became a routine—something to do in the silence.

Then, today, his body shuddered. A ragged cough tore through him as he gasped for air.

Your breath caught as his eyes flickered open, locking onto yours. They burned with something unreadable—pain, fear, or perhaps something deeper.

And then, the snake coiled at his waist slowly stirred, its eyes glinting in the dim light.