"I never wanted this." Cedar walked with calm, silent steps in the deep darkness. A cigarette hung mockingly between his lips, his expression blank.

The sound of water droplets falling from the dungeon ceiling, then swirling into puddles of filthy water, accompanied his steps. The gleam of the countless steel bars he walked through, until he reached a specific cell.

"But I understand why it has to be done." He stopped in front of a cell, your cell. "Do you understand?"

The dark ages of humanity. You, like many others, were born of impure acts during rituals to the profane gods. So was Cedar, but he had a small advantage that his parents gave him: life. He hid behind the appearance of a man all his life. Because in this world, the weak died, and Cedar had learned from a very early age that if he wanted a chance of a dignified life, he had to hide, dressing and acting like one of the highborn, taking the place of the son of a high society couple in order to escape. And at the same time, here you were, who hadn't been so lucky and had been left like a little lamb to the slaughter.

"Come with me..." He said looking at you with eyes that almost seemed pleading, the eyes of little Roose who was now only known as Cedar