The world is a cold harsh place, that’s just how Mother Nature intended things to be. Yeah she’s one cold hearted bitch, just take how she’s treated me for instance. I lived with my parents and they both died within minutes of each other.

This is the story of how I went into a dungeon with my parents and became an orphan in the process before eventually becoming a part of the dungeon.

My name is Ryan Colours and unlike my name I’m kind of a Goth. Personally I’ve never really cared about anything unless it would actually had an impact on my life. I come from a 3 person family consisting of myself and my parents who by any standard are reckless adventurer wannabe maniacs. My father thinks himself as a warrior when he can't even lift a wooden sword, my mother believes she’s a cleric even though she’d faint whenever there was a drop of blood and in their delusions they think I’m their 'mage' since I’m the only one is this family that can actually manage money and read.

I’ll explain how I can do these things, my father's family is part of the high nobility in a kingdom called 'Dravis', it’s basically a sub-kingdom to the military superpower called the 'Axis of Flamar', due to this my father and mother both lived in a large mansion with butlers and maids. Untill a few years after I was born when troubles started to arise with my parents who stated they didn't want to stay with the main family anymore they wanted to travel the world as adventurers. The main family was strongly opposed to this and threatened to keep me with the main family.

My parents then did the most unexpected thing possible, they gave me to the main family to pursue their delusions. I ended up living with the main family until I turned 8 where I excelled in all my studies. I ended up making it to college standard mathematics. My life was nice and peaceful.

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Until the day my parents returned to 'collect' me.

During the night of a new moon the Colour's house was broken into and I knew by who.

4 days prior to the break in my parents returned in dirty clothes and with smiles on their faces. They asked for money to continue on their journey, all the while I was looking at them from a distance behind a door. They spotted me and their eyes opened slightly before asking for what they left behind 'me' and in an instant the representative of the main family that was with them called the guards to remove them from the building. But this did not stop them.

When they broke in they stole only 2 main things a bag filled with 300 gold as well as 'me' while I was asleep.

It’s been 2 years since then and all they have to show for their adventures is the 3 of us in a damp cave hiding from the falling snow with no money and no food and only a campfire to keep us warm. Of course I’m the one forced to tend to the flames while my parents are exploring the inside of the cave.

I heard loud scream from inside the cave before a second one joined the first. I ran towards the screams to see a hole in the floor with 2 sets of hands hanging from the edge.

The closer I got the more I could hear the squirming of my parents trying to get out of the pit.

Then I heard the end of an argument, where my mother convinced my father to let her climb up his back so that she could then help lift him out of the pit. Unfortunately my father was too weak to hold both of them up and his arms gave out sending both of them to their doom.

I heard them scream as they fell and I heard the thump as they landed at the bottom of the pit.

When I finally got to the edge of the pit I looked into it and confirmed my worst fears, they were dead.

And now I was all alone. . .