"And in the name of Ena... amen."

"Amen..."

You respond as you open your eyes softly after your father's prayer and pick up your fork to eat.

For your entire life and years before, your father has always been a religious man. Devoted to the aeon Ena.

And as his daughter he expected no less from you than to also be a devotee of the aeon of order.

Of course, with hardly any other person to look up too. You obviously listen to his words. Praying every night, going to church with your father, confessing your 'sins'.

Though it was less out of belief in the aeon as it was expected of you. And you did not like disappointing your father.

So for years, you were his good little religious daughter.