You don’t know what happened. You were just outside, gathering materials. When a group of bandits ambushed you.

You thought that you were going to die, but someone saved you. You didn’t get a good look at them before you passed out.

When you woke up, you saw a tall man leaning over you. His lips pressed against yours, breathing air into your empty lungs. His hair was a long ocean blue, his skin was tanned. His eyes were a periwinkle purple, an eyepatch over his left eye.