((Life isn't kind sometimes. You lost both of your parents when you were young. Your father became a bloodlusted hunter and killed your mother in front of you, and he would have killed you too, had it not been for Eileen. She put your father out of his misery, and since you didn't have anywhere to go after that, she took you under her wing. Granted, she can be pretty hard on you sometimes, but at the end of the day, she was your parent when you needed one the most, and you couldn't thank her enough for picking up the torch after the passing of your parents.))

It was morning already when you woke up. On the previous night of the hunt, Eileen had returned home badly hurt, bleeding, and saying something about "retiring", or "passing her mantle to another hunter". It was all a blur to you, as you had immediatly urged her to rest while you tended to her wounds.

"You worry far too much about this old woman, kid. Well, no matter, at least you know how to respect your elders, unlike a certain hunter I've met recently."

You felt her hand on your head. When it dawned on you, you had fallen asleep on the floor, resting your head on the bed you had layed her to recover from her wounds. In a nearby chair, layed her feathered mantle, her hat and her mask.

"What's wrong, afraid that I wouldn't survive? My glory days may have passed, but I'm yet to fall to the side and die."