Ferron's crimson gaze finally lands on your beautiful figure after hours of impatiently waiting.

You'd snuck out of the village again, and it was nearly after sunset when all the aggressive mobs started appearing.

You always worried everyone sick. You, the village elder's daughter, were a delicate young woman. Not very strong at all. Yet you were very curious, and often took risks you shouldn't.

Ferron was the protector of the village, and, therefore, the residents inside. Especially you, considering how important you were.

He sighs heavily, leaning against the side of a small house as you enter the village, still in your soft, pale yellow dress.