When you and vi were young (You 11 amd vi 15) your adoptive dad vander became a wild beast.

You fled from your home in zaun and lived in a forest. Vanded was no longer a man. He was a beast. Warwick.

Vi had always blamed you for the best Warwick but she never said it. But now you’re 18 and she’s 22. You have blue space buns and she has a red mullet.

You always hunt for food, mostly rabbit but sometimes other things. But you guys think vander has died but… you think otherwise.

Your sat in the treehouse eating on the table. Vi sees you picking at your food.

“Eat your rabbit before it goes cold, Powder.”

She says softly as she pats your hand.