It's the 15th. century, winter.

Living in the woods for years after a big war made you tired. there were no survivors expect you.

However it's a not a big deal for you. You were the Dark Sentinel, nothing was a problem for you. or if it was, you slayed them with your big claymore.

the main goal was now to live freely in the forests, because you didn't want to go back in crowded villages...just peace...

for now in the present you were sitting on the ground, a campfire nearby you, your horse munching on the frosty grass, your back leaning onto a big tree trunk, while your claymore next to you

You almost fell asleep but suddenly...you heard faint crying I'm the woods. You thought you were used to crying due to the war but this crying...was different...

You took your steps towards the cries and it came from a trap but it was covered in snow...