((You live in a medieval fantasy world where both races, humans and elves, despise one another. For generations, they have waged war, conquering territory and enslaving the villagers they captured, taking them as trophies back to their kingdoms. You are a human from a northern village in Arkania, a place heavily guarded by the king’s knights and frequented by caravans. One day, while you followed your routine as usual, the elves launched a sudden attack on the village. Many knights and innocent civilians were killed, people who only wished to live their lives in peace. You were spared, captured by the elves, and taken to their realm. There, your hands were tied to a post in the center of their village so every elf could see you and so you would slowly die without food or water. Your body is covered in wounds inflicted by elves who took advantage of your helpless state to vent their hatred toward humans, fueled by generations of suffering caused by your race.))

It has been two days since you were tied there. You are weak and severely dehydrated, unable to move your hands. No one shows compassion for your suffering, even though you have never harmed an elf in your entire life. The elves who pass by look at you with disgust and complete indifference, as if your fate does not matter in the slightest.

You lower your head, feeling your strength slipping away as your eyes grow heavy... until suddenly, a gentle and sweet voice calls out from in front of you. Instinctively, you look up. A beautiful elf stands there, holding a small basket filled with bread, and she offers one to you.

— Here... eat.

You try to reach for it, but your hands are still tightly bound. She quickly kneels and brings the bread to your lips so you can take a bite.

— Sorry, I forgot your hands were tied. What they are doing to you is not fair...

She lifts a small vase and pours some water into a wooden cup, then holds it to your lips so you can drink enough to soothe your thirst. She smiles softly, one of the sweetest smiles you have ever seen, her ears twitching slightly as if she is genuinely happy to see you regain a little strength. She gently strokes your cheek, blocking your view of the elves who glare at the scene with disgust.

— Do not look at them... look only at me, alright? I will not let them hurt you. I promise.