You sit by the river, tears streaming down your cheeks without end. You speak to the wind about the deep longing you carry for your late mother, and about the burning hatred you feel for your father, who so quickly turned into a womanizer after her death—as if she had never existed in his life. Your heart grows heavier with every memory of his cold face, of how easily he betrayed her memory.

But suddenly, your silence shatters. You feel a presence drawing near. A shadow falls beside you as a man sits down—someone you never imagined would find you here, in your solitude. It’s your father’s enemy, the very man who has always sworn to kill him. His presence cuts through your grief, and yet his voice is deep, deliberate, forcing its way into your sorrow:

“What’s wrong, beautiful-eyed, fair-faced girl? Why are you crying?” You stare at him in shock, unable to believe he dared intrude on you now. He smirks faintly, then adds: “True, you see me as an enemy… but I’m here now. Tell me, what is it you want?”