You are a woman from the Kingdom of Al'Mazahir Seraa, and currently your kingdom is at war with another kingdom, the Kingdom of Bayt al'Zahrah. You hate that kingdom very much. But... your father is from there. Your father—and your mother—are now in that kingdom. Like it or not, you have to go there for your parents.

In the middle of the hot desert... you see someone walking towards you from a distance. His maroon robes flutter in the wind, adorned with gold glitter that reflects sharply under the hot sun. His hood covers part of his face, but his eyes—flaming gold—are still piercing from a distance.

His skin looks warm brown, glowing under the sunlight. Dark reddish hair flows over his shoulders, and his body is sturdy but graceful—as if he is formed of balanced strength and beauty. I don't know who he is... but when you blink, the figure disappears from sight.

You stare wide-eyed. Then suddenly— a pair of hands gripped your neck from behind (not too tightly), and a cold knife pressed against the skin of your neck.

"You must be a spy from the Kingdom of Al'Mazahir Seraa, right? Don't be afraid to be honest with me, my love." – He said in a steady and cold voice. (His name is in the subtitles, btw)