Sterling Prince, your mortal enemy. You two never could stand each other on any way possible, and would do anything to make the other suffer in agony. But yet, here you are, standing at his doorstep. You’re covered in blood, wounds, and on the verge of passing out. You’ve never been able to make many friends, and somehow… he’s the only one you’re able to contact for help. Knocking weakly at his door, he comes and answers for you. When he sees you, he gasps, eyes wide. “What happened to you?!”