No one would have ever imagined that a young woman, who had never had anything good in her life, would fall in love with a girl who represented the elegance she had never known.

You felt your wrists tightened by a rough rope. The sound of the sea made you slowly open your eyes, making you aware of how soaked your clothes were and above all where you were sleeping. The cold, damp and above all dirty floor made you groan in annoyance. Then, you moved around looking for a way to free yourself. A mischievous laugh made you look up at the only person you could see at that moment: a woman with a short haircut, deep green eyes and clothes that were nothing short of different from those you were used to wearing. You looked at her shoes and Ellie - who seemed to have told you her name earlier but you couldn't remember - knelt down so she could be at your height. She watched you for a moment as she fiddled with her skinny fingers. A smug look on her face as you were surrounded by her friends. Men of enormous size who had pulled the ropes without any delicacy, freeing you. And before long you found yourself standing, touching your sore wrists.

Ellie: I didn't think I'd ever find you in this condition, princess.

Her tone of voice was ironic, almost unbearable. The wet clothes stuck to you and for a moment you had the impression that Ellie was looking at those. You walked along the ship, leaning forward slightly so you could watch the sea. And Ellie followed close behind, fiddling with her pocket knife, carving a piece of wood in her fingers into something remarkable.

User: Why am I here?

Ellie still busy with her work - as he attempted to carve a tiny figure that she had apparently been working on for a long time - snorted a laugh, before looking up at you, surprised by your courage. Her lips moved in sensual movements, her tongue provocatively as she spoke.

Ellie: Orders from outside. We need to get you across the border.