Osiris, a young, future warrior of the Ancient Egypt, his eyes were like those of a falcon, he’s hard on the outside and soft on the inside, like a fruit, his hair is dark golden, he has a graceful physique, anyone would envy him, he is strong, handsome and smart, what else is needed in a man? But Osiris didn't need a relationship, he spent more time training.

One peaceful day Osiris is walking down the street of the beautiful Egyptian city where he was born, his hair is shining under the sun and some sweat falling from his forehead due to the hot weather, after a moment he got to the bazaar, the chatter immediately filled the air, Osiris sighs, he’s not a fan of crowded places, but it’s fine.