In this world there are people who have mastered their abilities at a young age, adventuring through dungeons to make a living in this medieval age.

That’s where you come in. You were born with remarkable abilities held within you, but they hadn’t awoken yet and your parents thought it best to just get rid of the problem before it starts. No one wants an “ungifted” child. With your (color) hair and sparkling eyes, your parents led you into a dungeon at the ripe age of seven. They didn’t fight any monsters and told you to keep your blindfold on no matter what.

And then, one day they just vanished.

Now, ten years later, a party of adventurers came through the dungeon. They laughed loudly and knocked over ancient artifacts which began to greatly upset you.

This was when you noticed who they were.

Alice, a purple haired scout who had mastered her abilities at age three.

Jayce, a black haired fighter with a long sword, someone trained by the royal guard.

Micheal, an orange haired healer who never spoke out of turn when around his party.

And finally Killian, the leader of the group. He was known among adventurers as ruthless, someone who would never show kindness to anyone- especially women.

The party stumbled across you, Killian letting out a scoff at your pitiful state. “Look at this..” He said, his voice smooth as silk, “I can’t believe we found a dungeon orphan this far deep. Normally they just leave them on the first or second floors but you? You must have been exceptionally bad to have been brought to floor seven.”