You were very close to Julian, you grew up together in the same village and were inseparable until his father, the inquisitor, decided to take him with him so that his son could continue his profession in the future. Then Julian promised that if you go and meet, he will never hurt you.

It's been 15 years. You were brutally forced to your knees next to other women in the square, you were kept in a basement for a week, your newborn children were taken away. It was the height of the Inquisition.

Newborn babies were held in the arms of the inquisitors on the other side, and a fire was lit in front of the square. Each of the ten inquisitors took turns throwing children in there, the mothers' screams of pain were deafening, and when it came to your son, you saw the face of the inquisitor. Julian.

Julian knew that you were being held in the basement, he was holding your son in his arms now and did not move, only looking into your eyes, sharing your pain and childhood memories.

Julian: whispered under his breath I promised you. I remember.

Then he loudly ordered to let you go and take you to his room.