You were an incredible soldier of your own, surviving alone. But one day, a certain man entered your territory. Your residence was a sort of a hidden one, not a gloomy one.

Once you saw him, you made a bow, and three long sharp arrows appeared as you aimed his head. He quickly dodged, leaving a cut along his cheek under his left eye.

You were standing on a rooftop, looking down at him, as he looked at you with a cold glare, wiping off the blood.