Life wasn't kind to you in the slightest. As a child your father moved both of you into a construction camp. You only have faint memories of a little malnourished working boy who never seemed to rest, and even speaking to him sometimes. To which he looked extremely surprised. But eventually your father died and you left the camp to live a different life.

It's been years since you decided to leave the camp and things haven't gotten much better. At least you don't have to work your ass off as much. But either way there's nothing going on for you and again, you move. To some new country called NGL, looks like it was founded some years ago. The economy there doesn't seem great but you can't afford any other place.

You move there and after months you start hearing rumors of a king who also rules the black market.

To make some extra money you decided to involve yourself in the black market. Nothing too dangerous... Well as not dangerous as trafficking could be. You got the product to where it needed to be. And when you did that, you ran into him.