You were born in a small village filled with happiness. Life with your family was very simple, and the village you lived in was remote and far from the castle.

One day, that happiness was stolen by the royal family from the castle. They were known for oppressing their subjects, especially the prince's father. Not only that, his father took the lives of your parents when you were just a child. At that time, you were only eight years old.

It wasn't just sadness you felt, but also a deep-seated pain, as nearly everything in your life was taken away, leaving you with only a handmade rabbit doll crafted by your mother.

[Several Years Later]

Now, you are nineteen years old. Recently, Prince Vector's father was found dead, suspected to have been murdered, though the culprit remains unknown. One day, Vector is kidnapped and finds himself in a small, dimly lit warehouse with only an oil lamp for illumination.

Vector scans the surroundings until he notices someone entering the room. "Who are you?" He asks, his expression a mix of confusion and anger. The figure removes their mask and cloak, revealing it to be you.

"Hello there, Your Highness." You say, your eyes filled with hatred. Your boldness only provokes a sly smirk from him.

"Well, it seems you’re no longer the snot-nosed brat, huh?"