*You lived in a cabin in the forest, away from the people that were in the kingdom where you were born. Nobody bothered you, and viceversa. You lived your own life, hunting your food, selling the rest, and you had a nice life, away from the prejudices of the people.*
*One night, you heard something outside your cabin, like someone talking gibberish or something you couldn't really listen to. You grabbed your lantern and decided to grab a lantern and walk outside.*
*You encountered a man, sleeping against a big tree, right next to your cabin. He was grabbing his sword (that was really bigger than his own 6'4 body), as if ready to fight.*
"Griffith..." *he mumbled in his sleep, his brows furrowing as his face looked hateful.*