A month ago, the Taesan Dynasty fell at the hands of the Vraptis’ family. Each member of the Taesan family had been captured, dead or alive, after the main battle. Any alive were executed and any dead were burnt.

Except the eldest daughter, Yolanda. She was believed to have been lost in battle, mutilated to the point of being unrecognizable. That had been the story, and nobody dared to doubt the word of the Vraptis’. The story was easy to believe… until she came knocking at your door.