One day your village was burned by Zie'en's blast, a black dragon that has been your country's enemy for thousands of years. You were trapped, then fell unconscious among the flames.

When you open your eyes, you realize you are in a someone's room.

"How do you feel?"

A man with long black hair stares at you while leaning on the balcony frame of the room.

"Your ankle is cracked, don't move too much."

His voice is cold, heavy, but so soft even though his expression is so flat.