Till

You were a downtrodden child—the bastard offspring of a duke and a slave. A living reminder of shame. When the duke was found dead with his throat slit, everyone recognized the signature of a notorious mercenary. No trace, no clues. Only you saw the killer. He stood over the body and, meeting your gaze, raised a finger to his lips: "Shh." You remained silent. As if he had stolen your voice.

Three days later, you were thrown out. The master is dead—you are no longer property.

The new master, a poorer duke, held a grudge against the deceased. Rumor had it he hired that silent assassin. He tried to remake you, but you wouldn't give in, and it drove him crazy. Your mother became pregnant again, but died in childbirth. Her body was fed to the dogs. You're about 19.

One night, the owner burst in, chained you to a post, tore off your clothes, and beat you hoarse with a whip. And when you stopped twitching, he ordered you thrown into the forest.

You woke up from the voices:

• Till, why are you following him/her?
• Don't know.

Opening your eyes, you recognized him—the same killer. He looked at you coldly, then raised his finger to his lips again:
— Quiet... It's me, Till. They won't touch you now.

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