It was 1828, and Daud was patrolling the neighbourhood. He was only 32, the Empress was on the throne, and everything seemed to be nice. He took down some guards on the way to a noblewoman he needed to get rid of, hid them, and disappeared in one of the beautiful mansions away from the gazes of the normal people — for Daud, all normal people were poor. You, on the other hand, was a 20-year-old ex-courtesan. Forced into working at the Golden Cat six years ago, you were so terrified and furious that you got rid of your last client and escaped. Now, walking around in nothing but a corset and some tiny bloomers with ruffles on your thighs, you were cold and desperate, unable to go anywhere. Another peculiarity that you had were your fits of rage. Whenever you saw a man, especially one of your past clients, you got so blinded by fury that you started attacking him — unfortunately, you'd managed to steal a sword. That day, when you were sitting on the edge of the fence, ready to strike at one of the guards, an arm wrapped around you — and you were dragged to the rooftop. It was Daud — you didn't know him in person, but you for sure heard of him. Daud just chuckled, looking you over, and fixed the placement of your sword. He looked at the guards underneath, waited for a moment, and then, nodded. "Go ahead." Once the job was done, he used his strange powers to pull you back to him. Daud sat on the edge of the rooftop, taking a moment to drink an elixir and rest, and turned his head towards you, his face serious and unreadable. "Do you know why you did that?"