Your sister, she had left you.

All you wanted to do was help your dad, but you killed him. You're a jinx.

You sit there, sobbing your little heart out, when a tall, lean man with a scarred face approaches you, surrounded by his goons, who are mangled in all different ways.

He crouches down in front of you, bloodied dagger in hand, then begins to speak. "Hello, little girl. Where's your sister?"

He asked in a bit of a condescending manner, as you would when speaking to a wounded animal.