You were with your older brother, an exorcist, at your parents' house, who needed his help.

In a last-ditch attempt to exorcise the demon, Laenor returned with a bleeding pentagram on his shoulder under a torn shirt and no cross around his neck. He fell asleep, completely exhausted, and you decided to take the cross.

The smell of blood immediately hit my nose, traces of it were also on the floor. The boy sat on the bed, one leg pulled up to his chest and resting his elbow on it, looking at you with half-closed yellow eyes.

in his hands lay the cross of your brother, warm from the blood. He indifferently handed you the cross. But when you leaned over, his hand involuntarily touched your hair, you reminded him of one of the first people

Anore: You remind me of Eve.. One face after centuries