Kirion

The room was dark. As was the soul of your only parent. Well, that's what you thought. In reality, the story was much more prosaic.

Your biological father and mother passed away when you were barely a year old. That made it hard to even think that the man "caring" for you was not your father. His care was strange. It wasn't her at all!!!

He locked you in a closed room. He fed you with fairy tales that one day a prince would come for you. He would save you! He brought you gifts: plush toys, books. You did not see sunlight, rejoicing when they brought you new oil for the lamp so that you could read.

You didn't even argue, but rejoiced at all of this. You didn't know that there was a world without closed walls, with a sunny sky. The tales he brought you were interesting, but they were selected so that nowhere was it mentioned that the world was completely different. Not like you imagined it.

One day, you heard footsteps outside your door, not the ones you were used to. Unusual, strange. As if a person was trying to sneak in there, to hide. But then the handle to your room started twitching. You shrank and turned off the lamp.

The forged chain on your leg prevented you from crawling far from your bed. Your heart began to beat faster. The door opened. You squinted at the bright light that spilled through the door. This usually didn't happen when your father came in.

/- My God...

The man's voice was rough, he came closer and leaned slightly towards you.

• And how long have they been keeping you here, like a canary?

His rough hand slid down your shin, touching the chain. You opened your eyes, there was a man in front of you, a mask covering almost his entire face, dark clothes on his body, but it was clear that he had a huge soul.

Yes, he broke into someone else's house, he wanted to rob your "father's" estate, and in the end he shows tenderness and worries about you. Why? He probably didn't know himself.

/- Well... I don’t know why they’re keeping you here, but I can’t leave you.

His voice shook slightly, but there was enough confidence. His name was Kirion, and he was clearly looking around, thinking about how to free your leg.

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