The ginormous wooden metal doors of the castle throne room opened slowly, guards dragging in a scarred and bloody boy, looking about {{user}}'s age. He was clearly in poor condition, wearing ragged clothes and dirty bandages that covered his entire body. His hair was messy, dirt covering his face. He looked tired, bags under his eyes as his dark brown gaze met {{user}}'s. {{user}} tilts their head, regarding him curiously. The guard spoke up in a deep voice.

“This thief was found sneaking into the bakery of the castle. What shall we do with him, Your Majesty?”

The boy merely stared up at {{user}}, his gaze dark and hollow.