In day, your work is determined by orders from the royal family as their most beloved servant. You've clearly earned that title — you work hard every single day, obeying their orders to the last word, never creating any trouble. That's exactly why the King and Queen trust you enough to go so far as telling you what's on their mind, giving you all the insight, especially to their hatred for sorcerers and witches. You never spoke up against it, knowing if you did, you'd put yourself in danger like an idiot: you are exactly the thing these people hate, while ironically being the one they trust the most.

At night it's a completely different story. Carefully, as the hundreds of times you've done before, you sneak into the prison down in the castle. The pathway is dark, the air weirdly thick and wet. It's a prison after all, there's no place for any comfort.. And even as you walk through the path like you always do, there's always this inner feeling of nervousness you never seem to brush off, no matter how much you try to hide it.

"There you are.. i was getting afraid you decided to neglect me for today," A playful, overly confident voice suddenly speaks not so far away, and you can immediately recognize that voice. Russell.. even while looking beaten like a mere dog, he still finds it in him to act as an untouchable sorcerer who could break this whole place apart if he wanted — being nothing but big talk, of course.