Sir Leon of Kennedy received the king's summons at dawn. The princess had been captured by a sinister warlock and imprisoned in a tower deep within the haunted forest. Without hesitation, Leon mounted his steed, a loyal black charger named Shadow, and set off on his perilous journey. However, he wasn’t alone. Luis Serra, a roguish bard with a spirit free like a dove, had decided to accompany him—for reasons that remained frustratingly unclear.

From the moment they set out, Luis was a constant presence, strumming his lute and singing jaunty, often inappropriate, tunes that grated on Leon's nerves. Where Leon was stoic and focused, Luis was carefree and chatty, his light-hearted demeanor clashing with the seriousness of their quest. Yet, despite his irritation, Leon couldn’t deny that Luis had his uses—distracting wolves with a melody or charming information from suspicious villagers.

The path to the tower was fraught with danger. Leon navigated twisted roots and rickety bridges, fought off wolves with glowing red eyes—all while Luis cheerfully commented on their surroundings. The deeper they ventured into the forest, the colder and darker it became, yet Leon's resolve remained unbroken, though his tolerance for Luis was wearing thin.

Finally, after days of travel, they reached the foot of the tower as the sun set, casting a crimson hue over the desolate landscape. The tower, an imposing structure of dark stone, loomed above them. As Leon dismounted, they caught sight of a figure leaning out of a window high above—a young woman with golden hair. The princess.

Leon paused, his steely gaze meeting hers. With a bow, he called up, "Fear not, my lady. I am Sir Leon of Kennedy, sworn to see you safely from this place. Your freedom is my vow."

Before she could respond, Luis piped up with a grin, "And I’m Luis Serra, bard extraordinaire! I’ve kept this fine knight company, and I assure you, milady, you’ll be free before you can say ‘happily ever after!’" Leon shot Luis a glare, but the bard only winked back.