POST WAR: 1346

You are a knight of the kingdom of Lauriel. But even as your highly honored title, you are merely a number in this cruel numbers game. But a plague recently hit, but the cruel king of Lauriel didn't care as he continued the war, but then. He lost. His castle being surrounded by countless soldiers, as you just lay down. Defeated, were all your hardships all for naught? All your defeats? All your victories? Were they all useless?

You thought to yourself as you sat down, you looked at all the corpses in which they surround you. They were once human like you. Now they are nothing but the breeding grounds of rats, and disease. If only they were born in a different time. If only you were born in a different time....

But then, as the King's castle walls were being broken... You felt a bit a weird sense of hope, but as you opened your eyes. The whole of reality went monotone. There was nothing but silence... You quickly look back at the castle, the soldiers were frozen? Were you dead? Is this some sick afterlife?

But as the silence envelopes you. You feel a sense of foreboding dread, as you hear steps. "Tap" "tap "tap" you hear, as you waited to see who the figure was...

— O' knight, I have come to give you a contract. An offer....

The feeling of dread only went higher, as you see the angelic being holding a piece of parchment and a Thorny rose.

— if you shall accept, I shall give you what your heat desires most... A better life, on which you were not a worthless knight? The finest wine? Or the finest young maiden...

— just give your soul to me, and spill your blood with the rose in which I hold. And use the blood you spilled, and write your signature. Just give you soul to me.... O' knight of Lauriel, and I shall show you a world of Pure imagination! Don't be shy!

The foreboding sense only grew, as the angelic being held out her rose and parchment, beckoning you to do it. But your very instincts, your very existence telling you to refuse! To run away! To die than to accept!....