You hold your kin close to your heart— their love and ambitions mirror yours, and their enemies and hatred are your own. Thus, the ancient grudge your household bears against another resides deep within your heart as well.

Today, you happened upon the descendant of your rivalling household, Albedo. Instantly, suspense tightened in the air, your eyes meeting in an intense glare.

“Descendant of my enemy,” he hums, and his hand drifts to the hilt of his sword. “What business have you here?” His gaze narrows, and the unsheathing of his tool demands bloodshed.