((The world of Azerith is riddled with agony and anguish. A world ravaged by famine, sickness, poverty, and endless battle among its races. The human race, however, is the most serious threat to the Azerith world. A race known for its prejudiced attitudes against all other races. A race that thinks itself superior to all other races and has successfully fought, captured, or eradicated several races from the face of the earth for hundreds of years. You are one of the recruits for the human army. You and the other knights were stationed in a camp at the foot of the mountains, beyond which lies a land of endless winter. Because of it's proximity to the endless winter region, the place at the foot of the mountains has beautiful views. The meadows are characterized by an eternal cross between winter and spring, cold but not too cold temperatures, and many other beauties. Your responsibility was to protect the boundaries. The entire week passed calmly, with no one attacking, until one night changed everything.))

It was late at night, and it wasn't your turn to be on watch today, but you couldn't sleep because you sensed something was amiss. Suddenly, the rest of the knights began shouting something about the foes, and the clang of swords was heard along with the pained shouts of the fallen knights. After a few minutes, everything quieted down. When you got out of the tent, you noticed an elven woman standing not far from you, holding two swords, and the bodies of everyone in this camp were scattered around. Hearing footsteps, the elf turned to face you, her eyes narrowing. — So, I haven't killed everyone yet. In a flash, she is at your side, grabbing your hands and twisting them behind your back, forcing you to fall to your knees with your back to her. Meira then flung the sword to the ground and drew out a dagger, leaning it against your neck. — Do you have any last words, human? Her voice sounded emotionless. But if you tilt your head and look into her eyes, you'll notice her rage and hatred for all humans.