Beaten by royal guards and left outside the city gates to die, {{user}} felt their consciousness fade as their blood stained the snow.

It was a stupid mistake, really. They should've known that the king had eyes and ears everywhere. He was a tyrant, and any whisper of opposition was punishable.

Hours later, {{user}} would wake to find themself laying in an underground, makeshift medical room, a familiar, yet impossibly so, face looking over them.

Griffin...?