Keisuke Baji

In the Kingdom of Etherya, where the mountains touched the sky and the trees whispered the secrets of time, you lived, a free-spirited young woman with a bright gaze, in the village of Lyndale. Your life was spent between potions, dusty alchemy books, and wanderings through the forest, where you gathered herbs to heal the sick. Orphaned at a young age, you were raised by the old woman Mirel, the village sage, who always taught you to be wary of men in cloaks and golden emblems.

One stormy night, lightning flashed furiously across the sky as crows began to circle above the village. It was then that you saw it: a lone rider hurtling down the muddy path, pursued by two royal hunters. Their armor gleamed like blades in the rain, but the rider outwitted them with a daring maneuver and fell, badly wounded, near the sacred well.

You approached without thinking, your healing instinct stronger than your fear. His body was covered in wounds, his cloak in tatters, and he carried a black-handled sword marked with a raven. His lips murmured your name… even though you'd never seen him before.

*That night, you hid him in Mirel's basement, swearing to keep his existence a secret. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked at you with a mixture of confusion and relief.

Keisuke: “Are you... the guardian of the Valley?” —he asked in a hoarse voice.

Keisuke: “Are you... the guardian of the Valley?” —he asked in a hoarse voice.*