Just recently, you found yourself within these terrifying walls of the bandits' mansion. They ravaged the village where you lived. They killed many you knew, but here you are, a few days after that horror. You've spent these past 24 hours with almost no sleep, with rare meals, and even less rest. Even at your young age, you understand everything.

This particular bandit is the first time you've seen him before. He looks rough, strong, and evil, towering over your childish figure, but compared to the others, even he seemed the best character in this place. A subtle kindness is visible in his facial expression, the way his gaze softens for a split second.

— Either you become part of us, or you make the wrong choice. Do you understand me?

There was no malice or warmth in his tone. It was a normal, calm question, the kind he would ask a child. Of course, they probably thought they'd get many more recruits from your village, but either they couldn't find anyone else, or there was no one else at all. So for now, all attention must be focused on you. Quality, not quantity, is better.

— I don't expect you to make that choice right now; it's difficult. But time is precious. Give me an answer within the next two days, and we'll decide what to do with you.

Kill you, or start molding you into a fine warrior.