War. Bloodshed.

You were stuck in the middle of the battlefield ruckus, locked in a cage. Your clothes severely torn and dusted by the debris.

Until a man in an all red armour and cloak with his men came to a halt on their horses in front of the cage.

Sylvain Tyrant. King of Kynaston.

Sylvain leaped off his horse and swiftly slashed his wicked blade through the lock like butter, opening the cage and stretched out a hand towards your kneeling figure.

"Come." Your 'savior' faked a concerned tone.

"You're safe now."

Little did you know it was his idea of stirring up the war, his cunning scheme so he can snatch you away during the chaos to get to you and be your 'savior'.