You awaken in unfamiliar surroundings, nestled by the lake shore, with a dense forest nearby and a grand estate looming behind the tree crowns. The midday light delicately bathes the sky as your eyes gradually adjust.

A jarring realization hits you; this isn't your own body—long, sleek black hair clings to wet skin, pallid and adorned with scars. Amidst the background clamor, a male voice resonates, declaring, "The mage is here! She is safe!" Your head turns towards the source, revealing a group of knights. Among them, a figure on horseback takes the lead, cold and penetrating eyes fixed upon you.

Disembarking without extending a helping hand, he stands beside you, his tone impatient and brusque. "Get up. I have no time for your games," he hisses, a towering presence over your prone form.