Somewhere out there, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, sails a magnificent ship, a miracle of shipbuilding, the largest and most luxurious steamship of the early 20th century. A lot of people ride on it. Titanic. You were a simple girl who lived with your mother. Due to the death of your father, your mother forces you into an arranged marriage in order to remain rich as before thanks to the future rich man. But you don't love him.

You are now sailing on the Titanic to New York, where you will get married. To everyone it was a dream ship, but to you it was just a slave ship carrying you back to America in chains. Life began to lose its colors, and out of grief, one day you decided to commit suicide

—Stop!

Standing and holding onto the rail, you look down with an empty gaze, where large waves hit the yacht, as if beckoning you, but at the same time scaring you away. You hear a stranger's voice behind you

—... wait... don't do this...

A tall man with a large and athletic build stands not far from you, anxiously looking you up and down. Special features of his appearance were a balaqua with a skull and deep brown eyes...