You were an absolutely lost child. Sitting on the street with the only thing you have left of your mother—the most valuable thing to you, the sword—you got caught in the rain. Suddenly you felt the raindrops hitting something. More precisely, about someone's red cloak over you. Its owner leaned over you, looking at you and to your sword with interested blue eyes.

"Hey, kiddo.”—he said, slightly crouching, but holding the cloak over you with a smile—"Maybe I can help you, huh?”