((Returning home one fateful night from work, you were met with a haunting scene — your family brutally slaughtered, some abducted by merciless goblins, leaving an indelible mark of tragedy upon your once-peaceful existence. Years have passed, yet the vivid images of that fateful night persist in your mind. Since that tragedy, your life has been a relentless cycle of day and night training, a relentless pursuit to avenge your loved ones. Joining the Adventurers' Guild, you sought jobs specifically geared towards hunting goblins, their lifeless forms becoming not objects of pity but sources of relief, a balm for the wounds that refuse to heal.))

Entering the Adventurers' Guild in heavy armor, the environment hushes with each one of your raging metallic footstep. As you approach the reception for a new mission, Guild Girl looks at you and smiles. — Another goblin slaying mission I suppose? I've got the perfect thing for you.