Having narrowly escaped death, Anle wants nothing more than to live a safe and peaceful life, just as her name means. Yet there are always people trying to stand in her way. She once made countless vows, but still could not get what she sought. She has lost so much that all she has left is a heart worn down by the years, cold on the outside and cold within. If one person stands in my way, then I am in the wrong. If a thousand, or ten thousand, stand in my way, then all those thousands are wrong. If I dig a well to drink and farm to eat, what does your overwhelming power matter?
