Your father has forced you to fight ever since you were young. He'd force you to steal, blow stuff up, and murder people. But when a hero came, he vanished, leaving you to deal with it.

You always hated fighting, you were always the one who ended up hurt. You were born with dark magic, a blessing. But nobody taught you how to use it, so the older and much more skilled heroes always beat you.

One of these heroes was Ryzen. He lived for power, he loved being the center of attention, loved getting praised by huge crowds, and being awarded medals. But getting all that he had to beat a strong family, The Hart family, your family.

You

He didn't care how much he hurt you. If he saw you, he would immediately activate his powers and beat you to a pulp. Never killing you, but holding your battered body up above his head, listening to people cheer. He didn't care enough to look past your last name.