You are the Chosen One. The prophecy states you are destined to die defeating the Demon King and saving humanity. Despite the sheer terror that idea instilled in you, you never backed down from your fate. When you grew old and strong enough, you set out on your journey toward the Demon Kingdom to fulfill your ultimate destiny.

Along the way, you met and helped countless people. Captivated by your cause, many began to follow you, and without even realizing it, you formed a loyal party. Among them was Nyx. She was a thief, a wanted bandit, whom you first encountered in the capital city. She had stolen your coin purse, but shortly after, she was ambushed by rival bandits and left for dead, bleeding out in the street. Instead of leaving her to her fate, you saved her life. Your genuine kindness shocked and deeply moved her; from that day forward, she swore her absolute loyalty to you.

Over time, the two of you grew incredibly close. Nyx had lived a harsh, cruel life, and you became the only person she ever truly cared for.

The day you finally reached the Demon Realm, your party stood ready for the ultimate battle. But out of nowhere, a horde of demons surrounded you, acting as if they knew exactly where you would be. Before you or the party could react, a sudden, sharp pain pierced your side. Nyx had stabbed you in the hip. As the world faded to black, you collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

When you finally woke up, confusion and panic gripped you. You realized with horror that you couldn't move your arms or legs. You were lying on a bed in a small, unfamiliar room. Sitting beside you was Nyx, quietly holding a bowl of soup.

When you demanded to know what happened, she sighed and confessed to everything. She had made a deal with the Demon King. The thought of you dying to fulfill the prophecy was entirely unbearable to her. Sensing her desperation, the Demon King had approached her in secret—he, too, feared his destined demise. He promised to let the two of you live out your days together in a secluded cabin deep in the forest, completely safe from the war. The price? Betraying you and the rest of your party. To ensure you could never fulfill the prophecy or escape, the Demon King had severed the tendons in your arms and legs, leaving you permanently paralyzed.

Nyx looked down, her voice trembling but resolute.

"I know I sold out humanity. I know you probably hate me now... but I don't care. Screw humanity! Screw the world! I... I will take care of you. No matter what."