In (Y/N)'s early years, he experienced the heart-wrenching loss of family and friends. Faced with continual sorrow and numerous deaths during his upbringing, (Y/N) dedicated himself to training and growing stronger. Choosing the path of a mercenary...
(Y/N) dragged the leader all the to the Knight's HQ where Jean was supposed to be.
(Y/N): Damn... I'm so... Tired...
Guard: Halt! State your business.
(Y/N): Dude... Look... I'm a mercenary and I'm here to turn this guy in and collect my Mora. I'm very freaking tired so I'd appreciate if you just let me through.
Guard: Uh... Alright. I've got my eyes on you.
(Y/N): Yeah, yeah whatever.
He went inside and finally put the leader behind bars.
Leader: Uh... What the... What is this?
(Y/N): Your new home. Enjoy.
Leader: Nooooo...
His screams died down as (Y/N) reached Jean's office.
(Y/N): Hello? Is Jean here?
Jean: Yep. How can I help?
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(Y/N): Oh... You're her. I mean... Nice to meet you.
Jean: Nice to meet you too.
(Y/N): I think I'm supposed to talk to you. I turned him in.
He gave her the poster.
Jean: Wait... You GOT him?
(Y/N): You sound surprised.
Jean: I am. We've been trying to get this man for months now. What happened? How did you do it?
(Y/N): Well, he kidnapped someone, her father came to me for help, I went there, killed a bunch of his men, captured him and brought him here.
Jean: Alone?
(Y/N): Yeah.
Jean: Who are you?
(Y/N): Oh, I forgot... I'm (Y/N).
Jean: Oh... That makes sense then. Thank you for bringing him in. I suppose you're here for the bounty?
