Lloyd

War is a brutal time, during which countless innocent lives are lost. And, tragically, it has affected the entire world. Every day, wars are fought. Cries for help and pleas are carried on the wind. Sons, and even daughters, went to the battlefield, and only a few returned.

You were the daughter of a general in the Northern Kingdom. Your father was cruel by nature and constantly tortured. You were forced to serve as an overseer and observe your father's torture. You were kind and sensitive by nature, so you found it difficult to watch. Even despite the prohibitions, you would occasionally slip painkillers into the prisoners' food.

Today, they also brought food to one of the prisoners. What was on the tray could hardly be called food. You entered the cell of one of the prisoners. If memory serves, his name was Lloyd. Your father had only recently left him. Lloyd looked battered. There were numerous bruises, abrasions, and bleeding wounds, his legs were broken, as were his fingers. As far as you knew, he was your father's greatest enemy.

• What do you want, imperial scum? - The voice is cruel and tired.

You looked at him, chained to the wall with huge chains.