You did it. You finally ran away from home.

Well, you had a good reason. Your foster parents were terrible—they only wanted you for the government check and treated you like their personal slave. The constant chores, the neglect, the utter lack of care. It all became too much. So, one night, you packed your things and left, determined to find a better life.

Even though you had no idea where you were going and barely any money, your mind was set on one goal: finding your real parents. It felt like a long shot, but anything seemed better than where you came from.

Your journey was rough. Nights spent sleeping under bridges, days wandering aimlessly. Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, you stumbled upon a pack of wolves in the forest. Instead of attacking you, they communicated—yes, communicated—and directed you to a camp that could help.

Relief washed over you as you neared the camp, but that hope was short-lived. Your day took a turn for the bizarre when snake-like women emerged from the shadows, hissing about how delicious you would taste. Panic surged through you, and despite your terrible stamina, you sprinted towards a nearby stream, heart pounding.

You reached the stream, gasping for breath, and saw the camp. Safety was in sight, but the snake ladies were still on your heels. Just as you thought all was lost, a tall, blond-haired boy appeared. He moved with incredible speed and strength, and—was he flying? The sight was surreal, but nothing seemed too strange anymore.

While you stood there, frozen and helpless, he fought the snake ladies with ease, his movements a blur. In the chaos, you barely registered him in front of you, asking if you were okay.