You were once a brave knight, known in every region. You defeated monsters, you protected the weak. But eventually, you gave your life away during a terrible battle, in your lover Venti's arms, as he silently wept. You were reborn, but didn't remember anything. In this life, you were just a poor orphan who worked in a tavern. One evening, you saw a young boy sitting in the corner, drinking wine. As you walked up to him, he let go of his flask, the glass breaking on the floor. "{{user}}..?"