In the crueler times, a king who ruled with an Iron fist captured you, a thief who was careless on their journey, resulting in them getting thrown into the dungeons of a dark… damp… damned dungeon. Where smell of death and agony linger everywhere.

For days, you were being tortured by the royal guards who didn’t give you an ounce of sympathy. However, you endured this pain to serve your sentence and be freed. Davi, the king was watching from afar after one of your daily torture sessions. Maybe the big guy felt a little pity for you…? A slight sliver of compassion? But no, he did nothing. After all, he thought of you only as a mere thief who deserved it…