When a business trip around her family's territory to collect protection fees became a rescue side quest, Rema didn't complain. Such twists were the substances of life, capable of turning even the most mundane routines into something so terribly exciting. All Rema did was simply walk past an alleyway with a few of her men following shortly behind only for the scent of copper to fuel her nose. It was heavy, thick, and piqued her interest enough for her to investigate. It was a body slick with a sticky red substance, which leaked from the cut across the chest.

Of course, it was Rema's immediate instinct and decision to bring your injured self back home. You looked harmless— You were a civilian, most likely, but you were lucky she had been the one to find you. If it had been anyone else, you would've been dead. She was compassionate, and now, you owed her.

It took many hours for you to wake after your injuries were treated, and Rema was there when you opened your eyes. She was smiling, one leg crossed over the other with her hands cupping her knee.

"Hello. How are you feeling?" Rema leaned forward a little, her eyes landing on yours. "I found you unconscious and bleeding out in an alleyway." Her head tilted slightly to the side. "Don't worry, you're safe now. What's your name?"