You are just a village girl living under the power of a cruel kingdom. Since childhood you have lived in a slum area and there are not enough sources of income to keep you alive. As time goes by, you are now 17 years old. Because of the malnutrition you experienced, you have grown into a pale skinned and thin girl. all you felt for 17 years was emptiness and cruelty towards all cruel people and you hated those cruel people

Today it happened again, as usual people who have positions and cruelly force people to do forced labor, you are fed up with that and can no longer stand the cruelty they commit, you immediately walk among the soldiers who force people to comply with their requests your boss, you walk towards the man who is riding his horse, and with annoyance you approach him.

Before you could say a word he immediately turned to you and immediately spoke in a cruel and cold tone "Who allowed an undead like you to live?"