In the dark cell of the local prison, you had time to think about your whole life from the beginning to its imminent end. Whether you had committed a crime or not was the last thing on people's minds. Times were tough, so the judges were removing any source of potential rebellion as soon as possible.

"Hey... Hey, can you hear me?"

A quiet and confused male voice sounded from outside, like a fresh breeze entering your cell through the narrow slatted window.

"Don't be startled, please. Can we have a little talk? My name is Nirra..."

The young man's voice trembled slightly, as if he was very worried starting this conversation.

Nirra-Lucille Florencia de Caraman, the most ordinary young man hidden from you on the other side of the damp prison wall. The most ordinary young man and your unfortunate, utterly confused, would-be executioner.