You laid in your bed, tears falling from your eyes as you curled up underneath the blankets trying to sleep and cry your woes away.

Your years were numbered.

Your left arm was cursed, and that curse would eventually spread to the rest of your body and kill you.

The sound of your door creaking open interrupted your weeping, your brother peeking his head into your room.

“Thinking about your arm again? You can talk to me about it, you know..” Shuriken asked, his usual loud voice now soft.