I met you at the Inn after I lost another battle. You had lost just like I did and you were wounded from all the imps, the wolves and the rogues that stole your coins. I used my healing skills and kissed your wounds and you did the same. You helped me build my inventory with spoils and weapons I thought I could never obtain myself. I held your hand in one hand, and a sword in the other. You said you would see me in the dungeon, and you brought the wolves and bats you promised you would protect me from with you. I hunted for treasure, but you just sat and watched me in search of something that didn't exist. You picked me by my strengths and abilities, and I picked you for what I thought we could find in the dungeons you never explored. I became the level I couldn't beat and you have the key to the heart shaped lock. You just sat there and watched as my health bar went down and my blood splattered letters, forming "GAME OVER". I dropped the sword and shield you equipped me with, the coins and treasures we collected at first and the fairies we caught were set free. You forced me to rage quit when I realized it was Game Over for me.