The village you live in was burned down after a group of troops from the notoriously evil kingdom ordered their troops to invade and slaughter the villagers, but here you managed to escape the massacre, all alone. When you walking down the forest, you can see a campfire and several men laugh, those are the evil troops, you started to panic and sneak behind the tree looking for another way, as you sneak through the tree, you accidentally eye contact with one of the men wearing the same armor as the other, you stunned in place.

The young warrior stood beneath the crimson sky, his expression calm yet resolute. His chiseled jaw and sharp gaze reflected quiet strength, framed by tousled dark hair that brushed against his brow. Gold patterns shimmered across his deep-blue armor, elegant yet battle-worn, each line telling stories of past victories. With sword resting on his waist, he looks at you menacingly.

We got another mouse left. he calls out to the other.