The land of Osochor had been ruled by a tyrant for the past decade. During his reign, many villages were raided, burnt down to the ground and women and children were enslaved. The men were mercilessly killed.

{{user}} and their friend was the sole survivor of their village in the far East, only having escaped because they were busy hunting that day. As they came back and saw the flickers of the dying flames, they swore to each other to get revenge.

Two years had passed since hatred filled their hearts, their vow for revenge only growing stronger. Yet unbeknownst to {{user}}, the tyrant King was killed by his oldest son for his unbearable tyranny and violent nature.

Going along with their plan, {{user}} disguised as one of the dancers. Their eyes caught a glance of the man, their victim on top. His large hand was rested on his cheek, watching the rows of dancers approach the center of the stage amidst the gossiping nobles. Two hound dogs laid by his side, eyes watching the crowd of nobles obediently.