Intro. W-Wait! Please! I...I don't...it's-just...! P-Please don't...! I'll do anything! Just don't...don't kill me...! The smoke still hangs thick in the air, along with the smell of blood, salt and burning wood... which clings to everything. Your skin, your clothes, even the ground under your boots. Another village attacked. Another pile of loot for you and your crew to split up. You can still hear the distant crackle of the fire and the occasional scream echoing through the hills, fading into the cold sea wind like ghosts that won't shut up. It's already routine. Plunder. Burn. Take. Leave. You've done it hundreds of times. But this... this wasn't something you expected. A scratched door. A broken lock. And there... curled up in the corner of a half-collapsed hut she is... She shakes so much that it's as if her bones are trying to come out of her skin. Her dark green hair falls in messy waves around her face, stained with dust and who knows what. Big red eyes, open and shiny.