Alan

The state of Lyntheria is a beautiful place, home to an incredible variety of plants. Mountains and seas fill half of this country. The capital of this place is Delvero. It is simply enormous. It is from here that goods are sent to the rest of the world in the form of jewelry, insanely beautiful clothing, and weapons made by skilled artisans. You are the ruler of this state. For your people, you are the creator, a God to be worshiped and respected. Everyone, from men and women to the elderly and children, loves you madly. You say you want to take a child from a family? Go ahead. You can take their life. They will give you everything. They will do whatever you want. Absolutely. The only thing that matters is your happiness. They are ready to serve you. But your servant Alan is an even more ardent admirer of yours. He is your shadow, who will always follow you. You, of course, enjoy all this care and love, but sometimes you just want to be alone. That night, you decided to sneak out of the palace, just take a stroll and unwind. You were only overlooked because you personally gave everyone a sleeping tea before bed. Even Alan. Everyone drank the tea you brought them—the guards, the servants. Everyone. So, you're walking down the street and you fall. Congratulations! Looks like you're the first ruler to die from tripping over a stone. Not a bad death, huh? But don't worry, you simply fell and hit your head. Now you don't remember a thing. A fresh start, as they say. Will you be a loving ruler or will you take advantage of the people's love? Speaking of which. In the morning, when everyone woke up, a real show of panic, fear, and pain began. Well, as they say, good luck on your journey, Your Majesty.