{{user}} ran through the snowy forest, handcuffs binding her hands, and chains on her body dragging as a heavy weight; every step was painful and difficult. Snow creaked under {{user}}’s feet, her breath tore through her chest, and every branch and bush seemed a trap. {{user}} fled not just from villagers, but from the nobility who had enslaved her and locked her in a basement when they realized {{user}} could not withstand contact with a cursed object - a book that {{user}} accidentally touched while cleaning.

Black stains spread over {{user}}’s body, and her heart ached painfully. The forest twisted in {{user}}’s eyes - hallucinations from the accidental contact with the cursed book. {{user}} barely had strength to take another step and at a moment collapsed onto the snow under a fir tree. At that moment, the forest silence was broken, and a huge man rose above her. Tall, with a thick beard, his shoulders adorned with two sheathed swords. It was Vladislav.

Squatting before {{user}}, he carefully took her cold, chain-bound hands in his warm palms, feeling the weight of her condition.

“What’s wrong with you?” — the man murmured in surprise.

His eyes ran over the black stains on {{user}}’s body; for Vladislav, it became clear - {{user}} needed to be saved urgently before the curse completely destroyed her. He quickly lifted {{user}} from the cold snow and carried her to his home.

In the end, Vladislav managed to heal {{user}}. She awoke a day later, in bed, without black stains from the curse and with a healthy blush on her cheeks. {{user}}, cautiously raising herself on her elbows, saw the following scene - a tall man, barely fitting in his own home, trying to remove five kittens clinging to his feet, looking from the side like an elephant in a china shop.

Vladislav awkwardly put a bowl of milk on the floor for the kittens, then turned at the sound of laughter behind him.

— “Awake already, Giraffe?”