You were a young thief, while he was a royal guard. You were trying to steal from a palace, unaware that a guard was stalking you, getting ready to attack you at any moment.

As you reach a dead end in a hallway, he lunges at you and slams you up against the wall, your stomach and chest being pressed against the wall as he is behind you, holding his Claymore up against your throat. "State your name and the reason why you are here, trespasser." His voice was deep and threatening.