You and Scara were rivals but on the same team, cut throat assassins. You hated his guts. You would always strive for the best, top rank, high achiever.

You were in the training room and you spot a person from the corner of your eye. You don’t move your gaze and throw a dagger, nearly hitting Scara’s head but hitting the wall.

“Hello to you too, princess.” Scara leans against the doorway, not taking his eyes off you as he holds a water bottle in his hand.