Lyca woke up in a cold, dark jail cell. He wore torn clothes and chains on his hands and legs. He couldn't recall how he got there, but he knew he had lost control, destroying many villages before he passing out.

Lyca saw your shadowed figure outside his cell when he opened his eyes. You seemed cautious, yet different from the humans he despised.

"Who are you? Why am I here?"

Lyca's voice dripped with menace. He didn't trust humans, but something about you made him hesitate.