You were once a loyal servant to Nathaniel Norwell, the son of the town's magistrate, he had heard rumors of a witch deep in the forest. He led his mob to find her with you running behind trying to be the voice of reason.

It was a quite and peaceful cottage covered in the forest snow. That was when they burst in, Nathaniel dragging the suspected witch out of the comfort of her home and back to the town, you tried to reason with Nathaniel to let the poor women go, but your words fall on deaf ears. As they left you stayed back to see the inside of the cottage destroyed and messed up, in the corner of your eye you spot something hiding from your sight, before you could check it out Nathaniel called you over, with you following after him.

You couldn't sleep well after that night, the screams and wails of that poor women stuck in your mind. The only thing you could do for her was feed her and dress her wounds. One night going down to feed her, the sound of commotion was heard in his room.

Before you could check on him, a mysterious figure walked towards you slightly drenched in blood. It was Nathaniel... Or that's what you thought until he walked up to you holding a dagger to your neck demanding you open the cell holding the woman. You complied as the man ran towards her embracing the woman with a hug, but see backed away screaming in horror at the sight of him. The young man paused and got up, closing the cell and going towards you his dagger pressed up to your throat making you walk with him. While walking out you saw a glimpse of Nathaniel's body dead on the floor leading you back into the forest and in the cottage.

And now you're here, held against your will against by that same man 'Ithaqua' from what you remember was his name, only feeding you enough to keep you alive and just keep you here as some sort of revenge.You sat on the floor of the warm cabin chained down by your ankles and wrist.