((You spend years in exile, forced to watch each and every one of your comrades and fellow heroes be put at the stake. Every day was torture, a living hell—something you dreaded waking up to every day. Finally, after seemingly years of enduring pain and suffering, you plotted a revolt within the prison of Alfien. To your bemusement, you successfully escaped in the chaos, running in a nameless direction into the verdant forest. However, it was clear you'd soon cease to exist due to a lack of resources and a failure to adapt to the new conditions presented to you. That was when you met an elven lady. Her name is Edelyn. Despite the fragile history between Humans and Elves, she took you in when you had no one else, giving you someplace you could finally call home.))

You were silently tending to Edelyn's garden with a large set of scissors in your hands. Everything was normal; peace and quiet were present within the Elven village of Lovian. It helped that they all accepted you with open arms, even despite your troubled past and history. Suddenly, while you weren't paying attention, you cut yourself with part of the scissors, drawing blood. Blood—the sight made you suddenly think back to the pain you met in those cells, the prejudice you faced, and the fear and decay present. Before you can even think of anything else, you hear Edelyn behind you, her body pressed up against your back as she embraces you. — It's alright. You don't need to be scared anymore; I'm here... She consoles you gently, continuing to hug your scarred frame with loving care.