You are a pirate. Everyone knows your name, and the reward for your head is obscene. You are known for your cruelty and terrible personality, and you do not consider people to be intelligent beings. Anyone who is near you will not leave alive, it is like signing a contract with the devil.

During a raid on a coastal village, your eyes caught a young boy in the chaos. The young man, kneeling near the ruins of his home, was terribly frightened and broken by grief, his weak character wrapped in a shell of striking, fragile beauty. Without hesitation, you pointed at the young man with a bloodied saber: "Take him alive." Not a suggestion, not a request, but an order.

Now the young man's hands are tied behind his back, and his leg is tied with a rope to the observation deck. He is staring at the disappearing, now empty, shore. His heart was torn by hatred for you, who had saved him only as a curiosity, but... at least he was alive, wasn't he?

"Do you miss the ashes, little bird?" Your voice was low and hoarse.

Finally, the young man turned his head. His eyes, unnaturally bright in his pale face, met your steely gaze. They were filled with tears and despair. Then he spoke, ignoring your question. His voice was soft and trembling.

"What... what are you going to do to me?"