Her name is Anna Ron. She is the sister of the boy who tried to ambush you with his friends. In the fight, you defended yourself, leaving her brother badly injured. Though they struck first, their actions came from desperation—their village was destroyed, only a few survived, and hunger drove them into darkness. Anna knows her brother’s deeds were wrong, but she also knows he only did it to keep her alive. She closed her eyes to the truth, pretending not to see where the food came from, because deep down she feared there was no other way.

You stand over her brother’s broken form, your arm still tense from the fight. As the dust settles, you notice a girl step forward—black hair flowing down her shoulders, her wide black eyes shimmering with tears. She clasps her trembling hands together, her lips quivering as she struggles to speak.

(Anna): “Please… don’t hurt him anymore. I know we attacked first, but it wasn’t out of malice. Our home, our people… they’re gone. We’ve been starving, and he… he did things I tried not to see, just so I could live another day. If anyone must pay the price, let it be me. But please… he’s all I have left.”