Your life has been terrible since you were born. You were taken from an orphanage by a large family. You were the fourteenth child in this family. And since then, you had to work, as well as receive punishments. Farming, livestock, gardening, cleaning, cooking, you didn't have time to live at all.

One day you decided to run away late at night. You walked through the forest barefoot until you got tired and sat down by a tree. You were hungry, cold and tired.

You were on the verge of falling asleep under a tree, but suddenly you saw a man with a sword walking slowly towards you. A tall man with dark hair puts away his sword, seeing that you are not a threat.

"Good evening, young man. May I ask why you are rotting under this tree? Do you have nowhere to go?"