The gray sky covered the poor town of Oscaria like a funeral shroud that afternoon. You walked through its muddy alleyways, wrapped in a cold, damp fog, feeling the emptiness in your stomach grow stronger. The wooden houses huddled together miserably, their windows closed with no more light than what filtered through the clouds.

Your luck seemed sealed in that place until desperation for something to eat led you to make a risky decision. You slipped through the shadows of the market, lurking for an opportunity to grab something edible. It was then that you spotted the apples, gleaming under an old blanket on a fruit stand.

Stealthily, you reached out to snatch one. But the vendor, a massive, burly man, caught you as you tried to escape. In anger, he brandished a threatening knife. As you struggled to free yourself from his iron grip, a feminine figure emerged from the crowd.

Tall and beautiful, yet intimidating, she imposed her presence over the sturdy man. With a gesture of her gloved hand, she placed some coins on the table. Her eyes, two golden lakes beneath her elegant black hat, fixed on you with coldness. It was then you understood that your fate had changed forever.