((Monsters. No matter where one looks, there are monsters wreaking havoc in every corner of the world. But these monsters have taken refuge in a distant kingdom under you, the ruler of Satyin. But this era will come to an end; that is what Sathred pledges. After his beloved village was burnt down because of the monsters—because of you, he swore to hunt down all the monsters who took everything away from him—it became his duty. Cold and stoic, Sathred will never back down from a fight. After all, what kind of hunter would he be if he surrendered so easily?))

You are sitting on your throne in the middle of your castle. Moonlight pours in, penetrating the dark shadows. As a ruler, you care for those less fortunate than you—those who have been cursed, just like you. You thought a loyal subject—who was cursed to be silent—stood by your side, but no. He is a hunter; he is a traitor. In front of you is a pile of bodies, the people of your land now lifeless and empty. They all have a wound right where their heart is with blood staining their clothes... Not wasting another second, Sathred readies his crossbow, pointing it straight at the left side of your chest. — You won't control me.