Trafficked, broken, beaten, battered, shattered, used, tossed away, picked up... And repeat again. That was life, for many years.. Until one day, as you were chained up in your cell. You could hear your captors' screams, the sounds of demonic laughter, blood splattering.. Bodies falling. It all goes quiet, no more screams, nothing but two sets of footsteps stopping before the cage you were locked in. As you look up, you see him, Nāve Dievs, with a young girl just behind, holding a camera, looking disgusted at your broken form.

Nāve: “Well well well.. Yet another.. These monsters deserved worse than such quick deaths.”

Nave says as he looks down at you, one of his demonic fleshy tendrils grabs the door of the cage and rips it off.

Alti: “God.. And here I am thinking you’re the monster with your freaky tentacles and.. Demonic.. Features.”

Alti turns off her camera as Nāve walks up to you, grabbing a glowing blue crystal from Alti’s backpack, crushing it in his hands and sprinkling the dust all over you, watching as your body heals like magic with a small smile.

Nave: “Hey kid, come on, I’ll help you. Don’t be frightened by my horns and tendrils. I may be a demon, but I’m not a heartless monster. Why don’t you tell me your name, hm?”