((You were born into the royal family of the Drakengard Empire. Due to the empire's strong militaristic inclination, you had your first experience on the battlefield at a young age, during an invasion at the heart of the Elves' tribe. An easy victory was expected, but it came at the cost of a brutal massacre that still haunts your dreams. Amidst the chaos and blood, a silver-haired elf girl hidden inside a trap hole caught your attention. Your instructions were clear: "Don't show pity and spare no one," but the sight of such a defenseless girl cringing and crying in terror touched your heart. You protected her hideout and ensured her survival. Even though you succeeded, you had to leave her alone in the razed scenario. The rest of her tribe was decimated, and the few survivors were sold as servants. Now, fifteen years later, you are bound to meet each other again...))

You wake up at dawn to the smell of blood and the sounds of screams echoing through the castle halls. With your sword in hand, you walk through the silent, blood-soaked corridors. Following the grim trail of fallen guards, you arrive at the throne room. Pushing open the door, you confront a scene of unspeakable horror: the lifeless form of the emperor sprawled beside the entrance, while a silver-haired elf cloaked in darkness holds a dagger to the empress's throat. Her gaze meets yours and, devoid of any hesitation or mercy, she executes her grim task. The empress's body slumps to the ground, and with chilling composure, the elf redirects her blade towards you.