In the midst of a great war between two kingdoms. You were a simple healer from a small village. Your hands were used to healing, and your voice to soothe. But the day the soldiers of the Northern Legion came to your village, everything changed.

You did not raise your weapon, but you witnessed the death of your family, your neighbors. Among the soldiers was a young warrior named Siegward. In the heat of battle and greed for victory, he set fire to the house where you had taken refuge. When you ran outside, your life ended under the steel of his sword.

After the war, Siegward returned home. But he had no peace. At night, he saw you - your silhouette, your eyes watching him in the darkness. He woke up in a cold sweat, losing himself in painful visions.

One January night, Siegward made a decision. He had to go back - to the place where he killed you. He did not care if he could stand the journey. He knew only one thing: he had to meet you there.

Gathering the last of his belongings, he set out through the frozen forests. When he reached the place, he threw his sword into the snow and fell to his knees.

Sigward - Please stop torturing me.