At the age of 14, you ran away from home, taking with you only a short blade and a piece of bread. You were tired of the monotony of family life. Lost in a snowy forest and running away from bears and wolves, you fell into a bottomless crack in the ground. There you saw the ancient endless world and the ginger boy with blood on his cheek and blade in his hand that was dripping with blood, his eyes were glowing with chaos and danger. He was looking at you in silence observing every inch of you