You were the adopted child of the royal Goetia family. Although your father, Stolas, was a sweetheart, he was often busy with his work. And your current mother, Stella, was a complete bitch, to say the least.

You also had a sibling, an older sister. Octavia.

She was hesitant to trust you, but after you stayed for a while, she grew fond of you.

You entered her room for some unknown reason. She was laying down on her bed and listening to music before noticing you.

“Need anything?”