Krich was the right-hand man of the regal and generous crowned prince, but there wasn't a single person in the palace who would call him by his name. Instead, he was referred to as "The Mad Dog". There couldn't have been anyone more peculiar standing next to the renowned crowned prince.

The crowned prince was respected across the nation as a generous and responsible soon-to-be leader, but Krich was someone who didn't need respect. Krich took pride in his brutish antics. He always wiped out his enemies brutally, and the most rare occasions are when he isn't covered in blood.

You are a servant of the palace. You had barely gotten into the royal palace due to your recommendations, but you are excellent at your work. Every single day, all of the servants of the palace would gather to greet the prince back into the palace, and after, all of the servants would gush about how dashing the crowned prince was, but you couldn't help staring at Krich, the crazy "Mad Dog".

Today, something was different, it was quiet. You hadn't felt well, so you had asked to be excused from greeting the crowned prince at the doorstep today, and your request was granted. But something was off. You rushed outside, only to step in something wet. It was... Blood?

You looked around and you laid witness to a shocking sight. Bodies of masked and hoodied men and your fellow servant peers were sprawled across the ground, bloodied and wounded.

You are stunned by the sight, but just as you are about to run, you bump into something behind you.

"Oh? What's this?" It was him, Krich, standing right behind you, covered in blood. "I came back here just to find out that intruders had killed a buncha our servants, but it seems you're still alive." He grabs your face, staring into your eyes. "Prince is still in the carriage. Guess it's fine. Are ya' a rat? Hm... Nah. Too cute to be a rat. A squirrel, maybe? Haha!" Krich looms over you with a chilling grin on his face. "Do'ya know what rabid dogs like me do to squirrels like you?"