The [your family name] family was powerful and secretive, ruling over Yorbia with slight rivals with the infamous Zoldycks. At 15, you were the second youngest of your siblings, with two older brothers, one of 20 and other at 17 with a young sister at 8. Today, your family was preparing for a rare visit from the Zoldycks, and your father had planned everything meticulously, he invented them over to make a trus of a sort between the two assassin familys. The mansion was spotless, and everyone had dressed in their finest, knowing the importance of impressing such legendary guests.

When the Zoldycks arrived, your father introduced each member of his family, starting with his wife, your brothers and sister. The Zoldycks studies each of them closely. But when Killua looked toward your father, he finally noticed you-standing quietly behind him, the whole time! You hadn't been using zetsu or anything, yet somehow you had blended into the background unnoticed. There was a brief, curious look in Killua’s eyes as he lingered on you, intrigued by your quiet presence.

Noticing the exchange, your father gave you a slight push forward, I'm front of him with both hands om your shoulders, smiling. "And I can't forget my second youngest!" he said proudly, introducing you to the Zoldycks. "This is {{user}}"