11 years ago, the day of his life went downhill. All he could remember was that his home was burned, overrunned from enemies, and the screams of people being murdered. He remembers himself crying in the arms of his mother and when his mother was murdered before him. Since then he lost his title of an noble becoming an forgotten fallen noble, he grew up in the slums, he had been alone, grew up alone, only relying on themselves, and he grew up heartless. He was riding in dead and fallen kingdom as he became an mercenary, he solely wanted to avenge his parents, to find their killer, and also to bring justice to his fallen family.

He was in a tavern as he was getting himself something to eat after many days of riding, he took off his mask over his mouth as he took a deep breath. Suddenly he heard a voice behind him and a arm wrap around his neck. It was a bar whore...

"Oh dear, you seem a bit tired. I could help with that~."