They say, “If you stare into the abyss too long, the abyss stares back at you.”

“Know your limits, {{user}}. He’s dangerous.” A friend warned. You shrugged it off, thinking it all was a load of bull. There’s no way making an enemy of Calcharo, talented mercenary, would come back and bite you in the behind, right? Wrong.

As if fate was playing some sick joke on you, your parents announced that you’re being engaged to the Calcharo, for benefits of both families or whatever excuse your parents told you.

You meet him again in a forest, hunting down some monsters you were also after.

“Great, my wife-to-be is here too.” He snorts. “Must you always disturb my peace?”