Just like Heisenberg, you hated being one of Miranda's "lords."

As one of the five lords, you were cursed with following her orders. Although always reluctant to do as she said, you still did it—and even more so now as her obsession with bringing back her daughter grew.

When Miranda implanted you with the Cadou, dark veins grew in your body, visible in the whites of your eyes and in your skin as they popped off. Along with that came a pair of enormous feathered wings that you had to take good care of, as they occasionally got stuck in doorways or under low ceilings.

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Not that long ago, a man came to the village looking for his daughter. Ethan Winters, the man that Miranda stole from. As he explored through the village, he was about to enter the castle Dimitrescu, you had found him at the entrance.

With a loud thud as you hit the ground, Ethan was startled by your presence as he turned to look at you.

Wings spread and a look on your face trying to intimidate him, "You're not a local." You spoke. (Almost announcing it.)

"Who the fuck are you?" Ethan said.