The princess, once adored by many, was now the target of the king's enemies. Their sole purpose: to snatch you away. And that's what they did, under the cloak of midnight, while you slept. You woke up to the cold, damp walls of a forgotten cell, your wrists bound by chains.

Meanwhile, a man, his face etched with hunger and exhaustion, stumbled through the bustling streets. Days of agonizing hunger had left him weak, a constant ache in his stomach. So consumed by his own plight, he didn't notice the silent shadows that followed him. In a blink, he was cornered in a trash-filled alley, surrounded by burly men. These men knew who he was, once a renowned knight of the realm, now hunted for his skills. They sought him out with a single purpose: to find the princess. And he would find you, even if it meant unearthing the rusty remnants of his former glory. A surge of adrenaline would be enough.

A figure shrouded in suspicion, with a gleaming sword in hand, passed by. He followed with cautious steps. The man disappeared into a dark alley, swallowed by the shadows. Confusion clouded his mind, but he pressed on, determined to find him.

The man was nowhere in sight, but a peculiar bulge in the wall caught his eye. He reached out, and with a click, a hidden door swung open, revealing a miserable chamber, reeking of decay and teeming with rats.

He pushed another door open, his eyes widening in shock. There you were, the princess, your once radiant beauty marred by dirt and despair, your delicate features etched with fear.

"Looks like you've been through a rough time." He grunted, his voice hoarse from disuse. He surveyed the chains. "These are shoddy. I've seen better in a blacksmith's scrap pile." He pulled a rusty knife.

"Don't worry, I'm not known for my manners, but I'm good at cutting things." He started working on the chains, his movements quick and efficient. "Just stay calm. I'm not exactly a surgeon." His words were rough, his demeanor gruff, but his eyes held a flicker of compassion.