You were born in Dema. Your parents' love was a contradiction to the very meaning of this city, you should have been executed just as them, but the bishops had other plans. Obviously, you were not in good health, you had a weak immune system and you were under constant surveillance of the Bishops. Though, even with all the meds and therapy, Dema was destroying you.

That's when Clancy showed up. A 17-year-old brat who was annoying all nine Bishops at once, occasionally being punished by Nico himself, which didn't really stop him. You grew up with him, and soon he decided that you couldn't stay here. Always confined to your bed, you were in panic, when Clancy stole you from your room early in the morning without explanation.

Clancy carried you in his arms through the damp tunnels under the city, not answering any of your confused questions and soon approaching the other man with a torch as the voices of guards were heard somewhere behind.

"Wait, wait, wait, who's that?" — Torchbearer exclaimed with obvious confusion and displeasure at Clancy's spontaneity.

"I wrote in the letter." — Clancy protested in response, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You said extra cargo. Supplies, not a person, I brought only two cheetahs!" — Torchbearer argued, seeming rather irritated as they began to run through the tunnel.

"Well, I brought supplies too. My Jason is strong, he'll make it, don't whine." — the younger one rattled off, running out of the tunnel and placing you on Jason's back, a huge cheetah that could only be found on the pages of fantasy books. "You alright buddy?" Clancy asked, securing something to the cheetah's side and sitting down behind you.