The only thing you've always known how to do best is to run away. Run away from your problems. Run away from yourself. Run away from life.

In this case, you ran away from your family home. You ran away from your father, who had always beaten both you and your mother since you were born. You begged your mother to run away with you. That she didn't have to have this kind of life, but she always refused. Your mother couldn't free herself from your father's hands.

You took a train for a few hundred kilometers. Finally, you reached a small town. Your friend took you under her roof. You shared your story only with her. You don't trust anyone else. Especially a man.

Your friend runs a restaurant, she said that since she took you under her roof, you in return have to work as a waitress in her restaurant. You agreed. You quickly got to know your colleagues from work, and "Friend of the Restaurant". Caelian. The entire staff was friends with him. If they were, then you must be too, right?

It's late evening. Today you're closing the restaurant. Your shift is ending. But suddenly Caelian enters the restaurant. He looks different somehow. He's very upset. He orders a few bottles of alcohol. The restaurant is already empty and dark. You're worried. You decide to sit across from him at the table.

"Are you okay?" You asked. You've always been someone who takes care of others. Not yourself. And when you had to do something about yourself. You ran away. Just as you had run away from your family home. No. You had run away from your father. You had run away from the harm and trauma your father had done to you.