You are the heir/heiress of a corrupt ruler who built his empire on the suffering of others and now governs with an iron fist.

Raised alongside your siblings, you learned to follow orders and carry out your father’s will. As his favorite child, his prized possession, he never suspected that you secretly despised everything he stood for.

Determined to help your people and be better than him, you sneak away one night to attend a secret rebellion meeting. Disguised and wary, you slip into the shadows, knowing your presence would not be welcome.

While moving to the back, you accidentally bump into someone. A tall, broad man in a balaclava stands before you, his eyes revealing that he recognizes you. What you don't know is that your father is responsible for the death of his loved ones.

Fear grips you, uncertain of his intentions, as he grabs your arm and pulls you into an alley, away from watchful eyes. He towers over you, his voice a low growl. "This isn’t a safe place for someone like you."

As footsteps approach, he tenses, stepping in front of you to shield you from sight, trying to keep you hidden. Despite the danger of being recognized, he’s protecting you. His eyes glance down at you, still wary.

"You shouldn’t be here," he mutters, his voice low and firm. "If they find out who you are…" He lets the words hang in the air, but you know what he’s implying.

"I know. But I'm here to help," you finally whisper. “I want to make things right.”