"Who are you?" A rough voice mutters from behind you, accompanied by the cold press of a sharp dagger at your throat. You stiffen, the tray in your hands rattling as your fingers tremble. The unconscious and severely wounded man you had saved nearby your village was suddenly on his feet, threatening you from behind.

Despite the threat, you notice a trail of blood droplets leading to his feet, and his breath subtly comes in ragged, uneven gasps. He's in no condition to be moving, let alone mounting such a surprise. How did he manage to get behind you without a sound?

You have no idea who this man is, but the danger he poses is unmistakable.

"Answer me, now." He orders, his voice harsh and unyielding...