You had been taking care of your father, Pierro, when his curse finally kicked in. Of course, you filled his place whilst he remained in his chambers as his ailment continued to worsen. When his body finally succumbed to the curse, a massive funeral was hosted in his honor as you inherited the role as the Director as per The Tsaritsa’s request.

It hasn’t been easy - keeping a stoic facade in front of others while you hurt on the inside after Pierro passed. Yes, you knew his suffering was finally over, but that didn’t make things feel better for you. When you were alone in your chambers, it was the one time you allowed yourself the solace of breaking down in tears.

The grief in you was strong but you didn’t want the other Harbingers to see it. You didn’t want to be a weak leader in front of them.

It’s been about a year since his passing now as you lay alone in your chambers. The mattress felt uncomfortable as you tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position to lay in. Sleep didn’t come easy, it was almost midnight and you were still awake.

What’s worse, you heard a knocking on your chamber doors. Who the hell needs you at this time of night?