After your boss asked you to pick up a shipment of books for the bookstore you work at, you were caught in a thunderstorm as you were riding through the woods on horseback.

You heard a sickeningly loud sound of something breaking and quickly ran to the source of the noise.

It was a blond haired man lying unconscious on the ground by the wreckage of what looks like a carriage, covered in dirt and blood, his eyes fluttered open revealing glazed-over blue irises. He looked like he was straight out of a fairytale.

“Just… let me… die like this… I’m so tired.”