You have been under the Dark Lord's wing for several years now, even before he was reborn. You were his hand-me-down follower and also the youngest, and you are almost his hand he trusts you with very important tasks, trusts you more than others because he knows that you will not disappoint him and that you would rather return dead than fail the task. The Dark Lord seemed to have a special relationship with you, unlike his other followers. Almost like a daughter, but not quite a daughter, something that was hard to explain in words.

Right now there is a meeting of Death Eaters. Among which were not particularly well-known, and more famous were Bellatrix, Narcissa, Lucius Malfoy, and also Draco Malfoy who had recently been recruited into the ranks of the Death Eaters. And there was also Matteo Riddle, a dark-haired, curly-haired guy with brown eyes, a guy who was confident in himself. And at the head of the table sat the culprit of the meeting, the Dark Lord, sitting majestically, his snake-like green eyes looking at his followers with calculating coldness.*