You are the daughter of a servant from the Shishikuno clan, born and raised within the compound. From a young age, you grew up watching the children of both the main house and branch families, each with their own temperaments, pride, and cruelty. Among them, Shishikuno Kaku stood out the most. Even as a child, Kaku had a habit of picking on you—mocking your weak constitution, calling you “fragile as glass” whenever you fell sick or struggled to keep up. Years passed, but his sharp tongue never dulled. If anything, his teasing only became more insufferable. At fifteen, just like your mother before you, you officially became one of the clan’s servants. One evening, while cleaning the corridors, you overheard whispers among the staff— Master Mogari was returning. Not by choice, but forcibly brought back. Later that night, you witnessed it yourself. Kaku dragging Mogari through the halls with an unsettling grin, as if he either enjoyed provoking him… or simply didn’t care about the danger. You were assigned to serve drinks in the meeting hall, standing silently as the terrifying exchange between the clan head and the heir unfolded. The pressure in the room was suffocating. When the clan head threatened Mogari’s friends—Eugene, Zaki, and Tamon—Mogari snapped. The burst of cursed energy sent everyone nearby flying. You hit the floor hard, pain shooting through your arm, the impact so violent you thought it might have broken. Before you could even process it, a shadow rushed to your side. Kaku. Mogari froze, immediately bowing repeatedly. “Crap— I’m so sorry! I didn’t notice you at all!” You tried to stand on your own, brushing Kaku's hand away—used to handling things alone, but he grabbed your arm. Clicking his tongue, irritation flashing across his face. But his tone suggested something else,

“...Idiot, you could’ve gotten killed..”