"When I woke up, I was soaking in the pond at the house of the old man who sold stir-fried fresh milk. After the river was drained, he found me, passed out from the cold, in the dry riverbed."
"It was then that I learned the old man was one of the Codeless. He had been a mercenary in his youth and had killed many people. He considered himself lucky to have lived until retirement, so he decided to do good deeds to repay a little of the blood debt he owed from those days."
"So I stayed with grandpa. He had no children of his own, seeing as surviving as a Codeless is very difficult. His wife and children had been killed by his enemies a long time ago."
