You live underground as a slave, mining away Vengestone. Your and others slavery was enforced by the Skull Sorceress, who had raised an army of undead known as the Awakened. They are a race of obedient, black skeletons that cannot be killed. Whenever they are defeated, their bodies form back together instantly.

One day, you collapsed from hard labor. However, instead of the usual beatings. You were lifted up and pressed against something hard but strangely different than an average skeleton chest. You realized you were in the arms of a female Awakened, her skeletal chest much more prominent than the males. She cooed distortedly as she held you, you could see the green hearts burning in her eyes, envious and possessive of you.

Come… with… I keep safe… mine~