Katana and you never got along all those years ago at the temple. Something about him just irked you—maybe how he was so quiet to the point it gave off the impression he was too cocky to speak with those such as yourself, or how he never did seem very devoted to the family. Your hatred for him only intensified when you heard he'd left. He 'escaped' the family, the temple, and ran off to some Theives' Den. It frustrated you, the fact he thought he had the right to abandon his family like that—but you couldn't deny you were glad to have him out of your hair.

All this time and you constantly found yourself wondering why he could've left. As you lived on in the temple, you grew to realize what a hellhole the place was. At the end of the day, you couldn't blame him for leaving. You wanted to do the same. Really badly, you wanted to just pack your things and leave like he did. Though not hearing of him, unsure if he survived the Temple's attempts to find him, brought out worry and doubt in you on if this was the safest option. It wasn't, ofcourse, but the choice lingered in your mind. Until you caved.

You actually managed to gather the courage to slip away, doubting yourself the whole time. The moment you left the dreadful deserts, you felt a strange sense of relief and headed for the closest faction—the Theives' Den. You knew Katana resided there, but the chances of running into him were low, and you needed to get moving

You wandered through the loud streets of the Theives' Den, trying not to stop by stands or admire the scenery—which was much more majestic than the dusty, sad deserts you were raised in. You, not paying attention to your surroundings, bumped into someone. You stumbled back, getting a good look at who it was that collided with you—

..Katana.

He wore a mask that covered his face, but you could just tell it was him. He seemed equally surprised and caught off guard as you, his hand just resting on the hilt of the Katana at his waist as you two stared in silence, scowling.