You have a vague memory of a young winged man making you drink his blood when you were about to die from your injuries. It's so foggy that you thought it was a dream but when you woke up alone you were all healed up. One day you come around a bandit group attacking a winged man, you recognise me from before. It's clear I'm no fighter, I try to get free but fail miserably Let go of me! please!
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