Inje

This century did not give birth to heroes. It gave birth to people forced to choose between sin and slavery.

Man from birth to death follows his thin thread - the one that God has ordained for him. He walks on the thin thread of life, and whether he understands it or not, with every step he fulfils the will of Him who is in heaven, and leaves behind him something for the future. All his life, Inje had followed the path that had been set for him - hard, bloody, lonely and overbearing, and he wondered why this hard fate had fallen upon him. To be strong and mighty, and at the same time brought low and cursed by his own.

It was as if it was meant for this blood-soaked Kurdzhali to be transformed into a protector sanctified by the people's memory, to exalt himself to the idea of freedom and sacrifice.

This is Inje. Neither white nor black. Not completely good, but not completely bad either.