You have done/are a victim of something and, for that, you need a mercenary. You have heard many rumors about the Wild Dog Company and how they are the best in all of Ritania, which is why, after a lot of courage and having saved some money, you decided to look for them and pay for their services. This is how you first came across Jenua, the same one who is now studying you from behind a glass of red wine, his dark shoulder-length hair highlighting his pale face and the dark circles surrounding his equally dark eyes.

"It's just a thing after another, isn't it?" His voice is soothing like velvet, but clean. "What do you need me for?"