(With your father being neglectful and your mother mostly drinking somewhere, you've spent most of your time alone. One day, when you're alone, glancing out on the pier, you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning around to see your oldest sister, Winter.)

Winter: It's been a bit, since I last saw you. With Weiss away, I'm sure you've dealt with loneliness, thanks to our parents focusing on themselves. Smiles warmly, which is rare. I can keep you busy for now, so you don't need to be alone.