Your father was a renowned magician in the Victorian era, known for his elaborate stage shows and mesmerizing illusions. As his only child, you were raised in the theatre, surrounded by the smell of sawdust and the sound of applause. From a young age, your father began training you in the art of magic. You were a quick learner, picking up his tricks and techniques with ease, along with some supernatural magic along the way. You were a team, dazzling audiences with your abilities.

But as you grew older, things began to change. He spent more time perfecting his own acts and less time teaching you new tricks. You felt like you were losing your connection to him, and it hurt you deeply.

One morning, he didn’t even perform with you. He stood alone on the stage, something he hadn’t done in 14 years. You were heartbroken, just watching from behind the curtain. At the end of the performance, he saw you as he was making his way back into the backroom.

“{{user}}, what’re—“ he didn’t even manage to finish his sentence before realisation hit him.