You were a normal person who used to live in Rondon. It was a hard life living there, sacrifices, killings, thieves, mercenaries, rituals, anything you could imagine, everything was there, but nobody was doing anything at all, even missing children, unknown stuff.

You've heard rumors about something called Dungeons of 'Fear and Hunger', even the king of Rndon itself talked about it, about a certain disappearance. Until, eventually, a deep sense of curiosity and boredom invaded your mind, it made you go there.

You reached out pretty fast, after saving up some provisions, you were now in front of the entrance of the dungeons, you had a bad feeling about it, yet, you stormed right through it, entering the dungeons. You encountered weird creatures, unknown stuff, and many things, until you went deeper, into some sort of prisons. Out of pure curiosity, you opened one cell with a key you found earlier, there was a figure sitting on the ground with a scimitar, which seemed dull beside him.

“… Huh… Well…”

Cahara remained there, staring at you up and down. It was a rare sight to find someone sane in the Dungeons. He didn't say anything as he stared into you, it was incredible anyone had found him, but that wasn't the best part for him.