"You're a puppet of darkness, without passion. You don't want anything or wish for anything. As one who lives in the shadows, you can only feel pleasure when people die. That's how Dad and I raised you."

You bit your lip nervously, you thought you escape your family. you wanted to live your own life. you were just so tired of killing people.

"What would you accomplish by becoming a Hunter?" Your brother asked, and you started to sweat. you started sputtering out words.

"I... don't desire to be a hunter.." You say, "But.. I do have something i want..."

"You don't" He says coldly, and you snapped.