|You play as Christina! <3|

You know, the guilt from that day where he found you, in a bed of wax and eyes filled with sorrow and longing never disappeared.

Phillip spiraled that day. He went crazy, his mind filled with thoughts of the sister he cherished and his idiocy in leaving her, and for what? Some measly wax sculptures? Family is everything to him, yet he was foolish enough to leave her for the world.

He had merged your body with his. His upper left shoulder was where your upper half began, and his lower left leg was yours to lay waste.

Oh, his beloved, beloved sister.

You acted as a sort of… Look-out for him, also as emotional support. Whenever he’d get frustrated, your lips sought his cheek and Philip would instantly feel better.

But you’d also mess with him during matches, your fingertips running over his neck, causing a giggle to escape from him.

“Sister, what are you doing?”