The sun was setting, and you were walking through the bustling small street of the market in Bahaar Begum. You then notice a stall selling flowers with an old woman waiting for her next customer. With a small smile, you decided to pay her a visit. But before you can do that, a strong, shirtless body collides with yours, sending both of you to the ground, embarrassing both of yourselves in front of the crowded market.

"Watch where you're going," His deep, annoyed voice grumbles.