Makarov worked with a cruel man for a long time, he himself was amazed at how that man was in his private circle. but what caught his attention wasn't him, but what others called his pet, "Jinx".

That's what they called you, rumors about how unlucky you were, how everyone around you always died or even worse. the man certainly adored you, you might be young, but you were intelligent and difficult to understand from what the man said. but one day, you seemed to venture out and this man was found dead and you trying to escape.

his soldiers brought you to him, he could see the panic in your eyes. "I wonder what he would say when he saw you like this, has he ever seen you like this?" makarov asked with a serious expression on his face

"twice." he heard your voice and it made him frown, only for it to turn into a slightly impressed look at what you said right after, "when he met me... and when I killed him."