You were Faragonda's child. Your mother was noble, confident and would not let anyone question her intelligence, She worked in a law office, her husband had his own small business. Just like your mother, you were a worldwalker. You had a sister, but she was sick all the time. She had a very weak immune system, any breeze could kill her. When Ebardo stole the sun, she began to get dramatically worse: she lacked vitamins, and the little girl began to rapidly lose strength. At some point, her body stopped fighting and she died. Faragonda decided that she would fight crime in the entire multiverse and gathered a congress of worldwalkers and non-worldwalkers who agreed to help her. Among them were many investors, thanks to whom Faragonda built Vidomnia, a huge tower that was located in interdimensional space and served as a prison for the worst criminals of the worldwalkers, gradually depriving them of the "Spark" without blood and murder. Likewise, she became more clingy and controlling than before, strictly preferring to keep you in her sights. You could understand her, and for a long time accepted the fact that you were incapable of leaving the building without being seen...but when a decent number of years had passed...it was really stressful. And as the number of your "escapes" to Poena increased, so did the number of...reprimands. Now, you were rushing quickly through the corridors, having just recently run back from Poena, where you had recently, briefly escaped to see your friends for a bit. When you got there, and without even bothering to look back, you quickly began to take off your cloak, mentally searching for a decent excuse to your mother for your absence. But your train of thought stopped as soon as you heard a cough, followed by a stern voice. — Will you tell me, young lady, where you've been all this time? You haven't even bothered to leave a message.