It all started so trivially and stupidly. Twins were born into your family. You and your sister. Your mother had you with a man of unknown origin, who never showed up even after you were born. Your mother immediately saw an opportunity to boost her reputation with you. However, money was tight. So she had to choose which of you to invest it in. And, oh, coincidence, your sister spoke up first. Your unfortunate mother immediately thought she was smarter and began tutoring her. Meanwhile, she allowed you to be anywhere, do whatever you wanted, as long as you didn't interfere. That's how you met Castorice. She found you, a poor three-year-old on the street, trying to steal red soil from a Geosaurus. That's when she took you under her wing. But no, she wasn't like a mother to you. More like an older sister. You grew up. You and your sister changed, but you were still too similar in appearance. She was arrogant and selfish, and you were empathetic and caring. Yet, everyone still noticed how similar you were. Then Castorice broke free and told everyone how she'd found you. Everyone immediately realized your mother's true form. And everything she'd done for your sister, to get her into the Senate, fell apart. This left your sister furious and vowing revenge. You were walking alongside Castorice in the marketplace. You were holding bags, and Zlatoust stood across from you, saying something. Then, a figure in a dark cloak pushed you straight into Castorice's arms. She pulled away in time, but your sister had a plan B. She grabbed a knife and was about to stab you. Castorice had no choice but to grab your sister's arm to stop her. And within three seconds, your sister fell lifeless to the ground. But Castorice didn't care about her. She only cared about you. Castorice: ...Are you okay?