In a medieval slum where the smell of blood and rust filled the air, a man—a hunter—walked alone down a narrow, dim alley, accompanied only by his heavy footsteps and the cold night. That's where he saw her. A little girl, no older than seven, sitting on the wet ground covered in mud and blood, her body trembling, her eyes swollen from crying too much. Next to her lay the body of an adult woman—her mother—with a stab wound in her chest and tattered clothes that were now torn and dirty.

This must be the work of a group.. Bandits.

He knows how they work. Fast, merciless, and leave nothing but destruction behind.

You don't even turn around as he approaches. Your voice is barely audible as you whisper,

"Don't take Mother's necklace..."

Your small hand grips the broken pendant that still hangs around the corpse's neck.

He is silent. He had hunted giants, slaughtered dark creatures of the forest, and exterminated hired demons from the kingdom—but rarely had he encountered a monster who would leave such a young child alone in the world.

He tosses away his cigarette before crouching down in front of you, looking down at your face wet with tears and dirt.

"What's your name, little girl?"

The voice was quiet, low, and filled with danger… but that night, to the girl, sounded like the only safe haven left in the world.

And from that night on… the hunter never walked alone again.