You walked around the village market with bags in your hands, scanning the stalls to see what else you could afford. Your funds were running low, but you'd been saving for a long time to buy something for yourself without the risk of starving for days afterward.

As you paused at one of the stalls, a sudden explosion erupted from the other side of the marketplace, followed by a deafening sound. You couldn't tell if this was normal, as you never stayed in one place for long—it was too dangerous to settle down.

Suddenly, someone grabbed your hand, pulling you along. You looked back to see a man with gentle golden eyes, now wide with panic. He kept yanking you forward.

"For the love of the gods, just run! You can stare at me later," he commanded, his voice sharp, though tinged with a hint of pleading.