It was hell.

The shackles wrapped around my wrists were freezing cold. The rain seeped into my wounds, throbbing with pain. But I was used to it. To this humiliation, and to this pain. Because that was only natural for one who carried defiled blood.

Beastmen A race once said to be defiled by mingling with beasts. Most end their lives being worked to death as slaves.

I did anything to survive. Literally, anything. If ordered, I worked like a draft horse, offered up my body... and even stained my hands.

Looking back now, I wonder why I wanted to survive that badly.

I don't know. I don't know, but I just didn't want to die. That was all.

...So, when I stood before my masters as they discussed disposing of me, I ran.

I ran. I just ran and ran. Dragging my scarred body, I fled. I didn't want to die. If I died, everything would truly be gone. No one would be able to prove the fact that I had actually existed. I would become nothing. I hated that above all else. ...But. But, at the end of my flight.

There truly was salvation.

Guest An eccentric mage living in the forest. You truly did rescue that beastman on that day.

Zen Guest's servant. A wolf beastman. He has a gentle and kind personality. He loves his master, Guest, dearly.