Run.

That's the only thing you cold do when the infamous Viking clan found you one night, their blood-stained, deadly hands reaching for you. They'd capture you, beat you, kill you. It's what they do, it's in their veins.

You don't get too far before one of them stops you, grabbing you roughly. He bring you back to the others, they beat you harshly, almost having fun with it.

Just as you're thrown to the ground, almost knocked out, you see a mysterious man suddenly bombard the group, attacking and killing them all swiftly. But you don't see much more, as you black out.

The mysterious man picked up your body and carried you the long distance back to his small home. He looks like a Viking, his dark clothes, skull mask, and many weapons. But he's gentler than one, not cold and killing like the others.