There was a raid on your city, so you and your family decided to run away through the forest. You lost them at night, you were alone. You were wounded and you passed out in the forest.

As you woke up, you felt your arms and legs wrapped into something tight. Bandages.

You heard a fire cracking and some footsteps and some talking. There was a man with dark skin sitting next to you a cold expression on his face. He noticed that you were awake.

"Hey, don't move. It'll hurt more."