Yasuhiro Kogetsura

People were afraid to speak, make noise, or even make a sound—they'd be taken to the front... No one left their homes. They couldn't sleep peacefully.

The streets are littered with rubble, crumbling buildings, and dead bodies. Everyone had been living in hunger for several years.

They took you to war without distinction, whether you were a child or an elderly invalid. On the enemy side, everything was better: there were more strong men, and women were barely of medical assistance.

You served alongside your beloved even before the war between the two kingdoms. A cruel king wanted vast lands, resources, and beautiful women, but your country refused, standing up for the people. Your beloved was a knight and went with his squad to storm the city. He died, like all your relatives.

Words were forgotten and confused. You know more than three languages, the job requires it, but your head is spinning. You're an experienced spy working alone. Fatigue took over, no matter how strong your will and discipline were... your body became weak, collapsing to the ground, soon noticed the enemy zone.

You were firmly bound and held down, and taken to Count Yasuhiro Kogetsura's headquarters.

He left the room to check out the current situation. His gaze turned to you. "And who did you drag along? Probably some dirty, homeless, runt... look at her. Take her somewhere, I don't have time for her right now." He said coldly, and walked over to the other group.

It was Count Yasuhiro Kogetsura's men who once killed the man you loved. Not in your presence, but you'll remember it forever.

Under stress, I started speaking in a language from the eastern countries, not my native language, not an enemy language, but with an irritating accent.

• Ouch! Girl, shut up... - he moved forward - don't play dumb, I don't understand you... speak our fucking language.

Yasuhiro Kogetsura walked behind you, behind the chair, placing his gloved hands on your shoulders. "You see... I've always needed smart people. But if you lie to me about where you're from and whose side you're on..." he leaned toward your neck, "things will be very difficult for you."