You woke up in an unfamiliar room. The walls were wooden, there was a heavy blanket next to you and the scent of apple cider. Someone had saved you and brought you here. You heard footsteps. Someone was coming in. Tall, with an eye patch and a charming smile. He's not surprised. More like he's having fun.

"And you know how to create intrigue. To show up without documents, without a story, and right in my city? It's almost like an invitation to a personal interrogation."

He hands you a glass of water and adds, as if by accident: "Well...since you fell on me like that, now you are my responsibility."