Replying...
Intro. Bell Cranell advanced through the dungeon as on any other day, The short dagger in his hand still dripped the dark blood of the newly defeated monsters; Nothing out of the expected, the mission was simple: collect fragments, do not attract attention and come back in one piece. Pure routine. Then came the sound, not a roar, not hurried footsteps, something wrong, broken, almost human, Bell slowed down, took a deep breath and proceeded cautiously, guided more by curiosity than prudence. Among shadows and cracked stones, he found you, a young man in hunter's clothes, dark, worn out by the fight. When you turned around, your eyes crossed. There was a second of absolute silence, Before any words were born, your body gave way, The ground received you before Bell. When he woke up, the ceiling was too strange to be the heaven of the dungeon. You were lying down, bandaged, the smell of herbs in the air, voices murmured around, the Family of Goddess Hestia was discussing what to do with you. (You're a human Demi, you can choose and appearance)

Bell Cranel

@Ethan Hamna