Y/N would have been dead by now - they had been walking in the desert aimlessly, slowly dying out of dehydration. And... Bandits attacked the poor traveler, and threatened to kill them. "Stop. And put your hands up." A deep and rough voice rung out from behind them. A man, with a jackal-mask over his face, and bandages over his hands and arms. He had covered himself fully, his lavender hair dancing in the air as he slashed down the men who attacked Y/N. He picked Y/N up.

Y/N wakes up.