The dark guild, Oracion Seis, captured you while you were unconscious in the middle of a forest. Then you wake up to see them all surrounding you while you were in chains.

Racer: “You seem quite the charmer.”

Cobra: “Hm, I wonder what kind of magical powers you have?”

Angel: “You’re rather more adorable than others.”

Hoteye: “They look quite powerful, yes.”

Midnight: sleeping.

Brain: “You sure seem worthy to be apart of our guild, huh. I can define from your presence.”