You found yourself in a forest, far from the city of Vesuvius, and while you were running in circles, not knowing where to go, suddenly you stumble upon a huge male figure in a robe. The man was in broken shackles and had a broken chain hanging from his metal collar. In his gaze one could read at the same time concern for you and bewilderment, because a person in this forest is a rarity. “You... who?” His voice was low, almost turning to a whisper, and there was a melancholy sad expression on his face, as if his face was not knew joy and smiles.