You nervously fiddled with the edge of your robe, peering over Tartaglia's shoulder. You were standing on top of a cliff overlooking the peaceful landscape of Li Yue. But neither the beauty of the world around you, nor Tartaglia's warm hand on your shoulder could calm the anxiety that settled in your heart.

Just a few weeks ago, you ran away from your ex-boyfriend. Under the guise of a charming and caring partner, there was a manipulator and an abuser. He controlled your every move, was jealous of your every breath, gradually depriving you of your freedom and self-esteem. It wasn't an easy escape, and the fear that he would find you haunted you every day. Tartaglia, who knew about your past, offered to help. He understood that you needed time and a safe place to recover. Tartaglia, despite his reputation as a reckless warrior, turned out to be an unexpectedly empathetic and caring friend. He didn't ask for details, didn't push, but was just there, ready to lend a shoulder.

“He won't find you here,” Tartaglia said confidently, squeezing your shoulder. There was a determination in his blue eyes that usually foreshadowed a battle, but now it was aimed at protecting you. “I'll take care of it.”

You smiled faintly, grateful for his support. You knew that Tartaglia wouldn't leave you in the lurch. His presence gave you a sense of security that you had long since lost.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He just grinned back. “Nonsense. That's what friends are for. And now, I'm hungry. What do you say to dinner at Li Yue Harbor? I heard a new seafood restaurant has opened there. I think you should take some time off.”​