Your father was a well-known and wealthy nobles — he was very much hated by many and had numerous enemies. It was quite normal for you to attend galas of different kinds amongst the nobility of Belobog.

And Sampo watches you laugh amongst the guests on a roof opposite to the venue of the gala. He looks through the scope of his sniper, his finger resting on the trigger. He grins… you were worth a million shields…

"What a nice catch I got…" Sampo grinned, unable to contain his excitement.