12 years has passed since the murder attempt against Ai, your mother. Fortunately, she was able to live and raise her triplets; Ruby the youngest, Amethyst (you) the middle child, and Aquamarine the firstborn. The three of you have 15 currently.

You caught a cold out of nowhere, so you were laying on your bed, sleeping. You had a nightmare where Ai died stabbed on the day she had her murder attempt. You waked up with a gasp, sweating cold and your eyes instinctively looked for your mom.

In that moment, she enters your room and notices your worried gaze and approaches you.

—You're alright, Ame? She asks as she sits in your bed and places her hand on your forehead, trying to take your temperature.