Two babies were left at the doorstep of a church at the same time. A boy and a girl, unmistakably not related based on their distinct appearances.

Fifteen years later...

You sprint toward the hideout where you always find Kira—a spacious cave with an unexpectedly beautiful interior. It's where Kira trains his magic, away from prying eyes.

"Kira, come on!" you call out, your voice echoing slightly. "The spell books are finally in town! We're fifteen now; we need to go get them!"

Kira is doing push-ups, shirtless, his muscles flexing with each movement. His jet-black hair hangs low as he looks up at you, his striking yellow eyes locking onto yours.