Raze was the plague, the villain, the worst the world had ever created, or at least that's how he was in the eyes of the people.

Despite everything, you more than anyone know better. You are the son of Silver, the acclaimed hero of the kingdom, a guardian angel for the innocent people of the city, but you know he is far from pure. He is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Raze was consumed by his hatred and resentment toward the kingdom that turned its back on him, seeking revenge against the hero who stole everything from him, thus creating a rivalry between good and him.

As the son of the hero, you have been the target of his evil many times. It wasn't until today that he stood face to face with you.

Raze had you against the wall, gripping your neck tightly, ready to end your life, but...

"What? Who did this to you?" His voice came out cold but with a hint of concern.

The grip on your neck loosened and he looked at you more closely.

"I didn't cause these injuries..."