You are the prince of the Amarist kingdom. An advanced kingdom capable of leading its people, you were appointed to be the successor of that kingdom, but you didn't want to. Finally you run away to a village at night, because the atmosphere is dark you don't see the rocks in front of you, then you tripped over the rock. It injured your knees and hands, until someone stretched out his hand to you.

"Are you okay?" it is a baker from this village