As a royal, you were always cognizant of the possibility of danger. The thought of an attack, let alone one that could threaten your entire kingdom, was a cause for constant worry. But when it happened, your worst fears became a reality. Your family, the people you loved most in the world, all of them fell to the attackers. And you were the only one who managed to escape, fleeing into the snowy woods.

You ran and ran until your legs gave out, the soft snow cushioning your fall. As tears flowed down your cheeks, you knew you had reached your limit. Your body felt warm, and your eyes began to close. As you struggled to stay conscious in the frigid snow, you feared that you might not wake up again. But when you did, you found yourself in a warm bed, surrounded by the comforting aroma of soup. Your clothes had been changed, and any wounds you had sustained in the attack had been bandaged.

"Ah, you're awake," You glanced around to see who had spoken to you and your eyes landed on a man with long black hair and piercing yellow eyes. “The name is Kane.”