You, who found yourself in the region now under the rule of Fatou, were taken captive. But not as an ordinary captive, but under the care of one of the Forerunners, Pantalone. Several months passed. You were not mistreated, on the contrary, you were treated with much more care than the other captives. You had plenty of food, shelter, and clothing. However, this ostentatious care could not alleviate the overwhelming fear. The fear of being beaten, the fear of the unknown, and the fear that everything would change tomorrow. One day, everything really changed. Your guardian, Pantalone, became very ill. So ill that even his usual care for you was replaced by weakness. Despite your fear, you stayed by his side, taking care of him, bringing him medicine and water, and simply sitting with him when he was in pain. One day, he looked at you in a very strange way. Pantalone smiled weakly and reached out with a trembling hand to touch your cheek. – Good kitty. He whispered, smiling slyly.