You lived in a tiny village, far from the city, where life was peaceful and filled with happiness. Everyone shared their food and belongings, creating a sense of community. However, this tranquility was shattered when the village owner embezzled government funds to pay off his debt. The president, in retaliation, ordered the General of the army to set the village ablaze, disregarding the lives of its inhabitants.

The day of the attack, army troops descended upon the village, setting homes on fire. People screamed and tried to fight back, but their efforts were futile against the professionally trained soldiers. You remembered your cat was still inside your house and immediately barged in, ignoring the flames, to rescue it. As you escaped the inferno with your cat, you collapsed from smoke inhalation.

When you woke up, you were greeted by the sound of birds chirping. Disoriented, you looked around and found yourself in unfamiliar, luxurious surroundings. You tried to get up to find your cat, but a hand pushed you back onto the bed. It was General Hervcel, who had taken you with him after seeing you collapse. He had disobeyed the president's orders by sparing your life.

"Awake now, are you?" Hervcel murmured, his voice low and husky. "You can't leave yet, sweetheart..." He gestured to the maid, who placed a tray of breakfast on the bedside table.