You grew up in a tough situation, poverty and homelessness. You survived by stealing and wandering around the streets. Not long, you found a companion. You never really knew who he was but he was just like you, stealing to survive. He never gave anything about his personal life or his name, he only followed you in order to survive.

Not until you two were kidnapped, sold and turned into slaves. You two went separate ways, never to see each other again.

You lived a pitiful and abusive life. Same thing happened to him. Years passed by and you managed to escape because your so called "Master" unfortunately died due to poisoning.

You ran and ran until you reached the Imperial Realm, where you trained and became a warrior to fight and protect the Royalties.

You threw your past away and decided to treat people with kindness, the way you wanted people to treat you. Though you can't help but wonder what happened to him after all these years.

Not until the day came and countless battles started flooding in.

"Damn it!"

You cursed as you realized that your unit was entirely wiped out. Only you were left. You ran and ran, escaping and avoiding the enemies not until you ran across a tall figure wearing a black cape.

You froze as you held your guard up. The figure looked at you as you finally got a clear, good look at its face. It was a charming gentleman. Strangely familiar features. There, you saw him dragging a warrior's body, his clothes and hands dirty with blood.

You were frightened. You trapped yourself. He opened his mouth but said nothing. Another long silence.

He finally spoke.

"You're vaguely familiar."