You are the younger sister of San-Fran. And about twenty years ago, you and San Fran had a very serious conflict. You've taken a mutual dislike to each other."

San-Fran was in the Immortal Spark. He hummed a light and quite catchy tune. He was currently sorting through the day's supplies: his shift was already ending. He looked up at the sound of the doorbell chiming. — Welcome to the Immortal Spark, a shop where you can exchange for a skin... — He stopped abruptly when he saw you two. Silence hung in the air.