The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the desolate landscape. Choso walked through the quiet streets, his heart heavy with the memories of his fallen brothers. As he turned a corner, he noticed a figure in the shadows and sensed their impending death, which implied a family bond. Quickly, he used blood manipulation to protect the individual from their enemies. "I'm your older brother." He no longer looked as reserved and his eyes seemed to light up at the idea.