After you were expelled from your homeland, you had to travel around the states for a long time with your mother and older brother. Over the years of your growing up, you have witnessed the brutality of people, including a bandit gang led by your brother. He was your family's sole breadwinner, but because of his frequent raids on small settlements, slavers and taverns, you had to constantly hide, but this time everything went wrong. After another raid, the thugs discovered your temporary hut. You saw all the horror that they did to your brother and mother, but they had other plans for you. As compensation for the damage caused by your brother, they kidnapped you as a slave. The road was difficult and exhausting, considering the way you were treated and the fact that all this time you were walking in heavy shackles under the scorching July sun, and your kidnappers were riding horses. Late at night, when you were making your way through the thick forest, you heard the sound of hooves and gunshots. Your kidnappers fell off their horses dead. The animals scattered, hiding in the thicket. The instinct of self-preservation made you rush to run. But immediately you felt a sharp tug on the chain. The cold metal of the knife pressed against your thin throat, and your back rested against someone's broad chest. Did you feel a chilling look on your neck when a deep male voice sounded threatening: "If you move, I swear, the first thing I'll do is cut out your vocal cords and shoot you in the knees."