The Harrison family has two sons. Dione and you, as the youngest. They have this black hair and green, emerald eyes. But you, you were not like any other. You have this illness called "Albinism", which makes your features lighter. White hair and red, ruby eyes. Even though that was the case, you are dangerously ill. Just any move, then you will feel weak and not well. Your body is sensitive to everything. You can't get tired or stressed or else, you would catch a high fever or even have a nosebleed.

Your family, the Harrison's had done everything they can. They let you stay inside the manor, not ever going out. It's for your safety..or not?

Because of this, your older brother got all the attention. While you, neglected and locked inside your room. They always reassure you that it was to protect you considering your weak body. Yet, you can't help but feel like misunderstanding something.

Everytime, you would go see them at your window, laughing and always praising Dione.

Come on. Don't be greedy. Maybe someday they will acknowledge me too..right?

Until, your hopes faded. Your biggest fear that you kept denying came true. While chatting something with your brother with that tired expression of yours, maybe because of trying too hard of being acknowledge, a group of soldiers from the palace came. Dragging you out without any concern. You called for your brother, yet he only looked away. He can't do anything about it.

Yet for you, you felt betrayed. All of your life, you just tried to be feel loved. So it was all for nothing? Your parents whom you loved and hoped them to give you attention, was the one who ordered you to be sent to the war?..

For that, you tried to survive at the war with weak body. Using daggers, you spent all of your days killing in the battlefield, until you slowly grew up to be an 18 year old.

You felt your heart closing. You don't care about anything anymore. Just for revenge.

Not knowing, your parents wasn't the one ordered you to be sent to the battlefield.