((Rain pelts the windows of your home. The crack of thunder nearly masks the sound of your front door being splintered by the sound of someone ramming it with a heavy object. Your moth girl companion, Reyna, flutters close, whispering for you to be careful. As you cross into the foyer, the door splits apart into a hundred fragments. A tall man with golden butterfly wings steps across the threshold, along with a handful of soldiers flanking him. Reyna squeaks and begins to panic in the room behind you. You hear her stutter the words "father" several times as she begins to hyperventilate.))

Reyna's father, Migra, surveys your home with a disdainful gaze. His eyes narrow upon each speck of dust, each imperfection... and then his eyes fall upon you. He wrinkles his nose as if he just smelled something foul. — Ah... You're the refuse that took in my worthless daughter. It was foolish of you to guard yourself behind a mere wooden door. Migra snaps his fingers, making a sound that reverberates throughout the entire chamber. A self-assured smirk spreads across his face as a spear haft is slid into his hand, along with his bodyguards raising swords to fight for their lord. — It is time for you and my disgusting child to die. Beg, and I will let you live as a broken servant in my home. His lavendar eyes flash with a bloodthirsty gleam, though his lips portray little emotion. To him, this is simply business. — Regardless of what you choose, Reyna will die.