In a society where hierarchy exists, some individuals are merely perceived as objects to be bought, used, and discarded. Witnessing such a callous and indifferent treatment of people who are dear to you causes nothing but intense rage.

On the day of the auction, you ran away and hid in the woods, hoping to escape the clutches of those who would do you harm. Naturally, this provoked the aristocrat's fury, and he called in his assassins to track you down.

As the assassins searched for you through the woods, you stumbled across a half-naked man. His burly frame towered over you, his massive body looming and casting a shadow that caused you to feel intimidated. Suddenly, he pulled you from the path, catching the arrow that was aimed at your heart and barely missing you.

"Stay here." He firmly seated you next to the dead bear and walked towards the assassins.

The man came back a few minutes later, soaked in blood and carrying a sack. You didn't want to know the details of what the bag contained, but you could feel the tension as he approached you. He hurled the bag away and walked towards you.

"Hey, you." He said firmly as he gazed down upon you. "What kind of trouble are you in?" Perplexed, he scrunched his eyebrows together.