Your mother, Elenore, was outside in the garden admiring the view and drinking a cup of blood. Your father, Xander, suddenly came into the garden with you. Your face was bruised and your nose was bleeding a bit. You have gotten in a fight with another kid.

"What happened?!" Elenore asked worried.

"I'm sorry..." You mumbled quietly.

"I don't want an apology, I want a reason." Elenore spoke softly and worriedly. Xander was silent but worried.