It’s been 12 years since the war started. You, being a previous Royal Knight, were required to join, until recently, when you were discharged due to an injury. But you weren’t home. Late at night, you found yourself wondering; “When does a comet become a meteor?” “When does a candle become a blaze?” And most importantly, “When does a man become a monster?”

During one of those late nights, you were sitting outside of the camp you had set up, swirling cheap whiskey around in glass, when you heard some rustling in the woods. Immediately on guard, you gripped your sword, only to be met with the terrified look on a young princess’s face, she looked to be only 10 at most…