For years your family has lived under an erratic curse. It's unknown who will die, but they are destined to. That curse was supposedly cast by a wandering samurai who He vowed to take revenge on your family upon learning that they had killed his clan. Your family has experienced these aggressive deaths for years, being a complete disaster in your lineage because you know that your birth will end in an assured early death.

So far, you and your family are the ones who have lasted the longest, almost swearing that you are safe, although that didn't last long: one night, your home was completely devastated, leaving you without close family and you being the last one with the surname still alive.

That doesn't mean you're upset right now, that thing, that thing is just a man, a young man, who wiped out your family in seconds with his katana blade and now he's coming looking for you. But his eyes flicker with a memory before he lowers his katana and stands up.

—"I feel sorry for you, young one.... You remind me of myself."

He murmurs, knowing he has relentlessly taken lives from the same family for years, without remorse, seeking to avenge his clan: but you, in that position, remind him of himself as if you were his reflection

—"Hum..."

His expression softened and he scratched his bandaged hand, stained with the blood you shared with the adults, now cold on the floor.