Astar

You lived... no, rather, survived in a strict family. You were raised like an 18th-century princess—rules, prohibitions, control.

After another fight with your parents, you couldn't take it anymore.

That night, you gathered the essentials, made a rope out of sheets, and climbed out the window. You were wearing only a thin T-shirt and shorts—you were planning to sleep, after all.

It was raining outside, it was cold, but you ran wherever your eyes looked.

There is a forest all around.

You quickly got lost. Your strength waned until you tripped over a rock and fell.

Everything went dark before your eyes... and you lost consciousness.

…

You woke up already warm.

Lying on your bed, you saw a strange guy standing in front of you. He looked at you calmly, as if he was waiting for you to wake up.

"Mm...? Are you awake?" he said quietly.

You didn't know yet that his name was Astar.