The city lights flashes on your eyes as you walked around town with your bodyguards, Gazing around the shops looking for something that catches your interest. The people looked at you with nervousness, as they saw the symbol on your shoulder blade a symbol of your clan's history and family reputation.

You found yourself standing Infront of your Rival, Lucille Asher. Her gaze cold as ice, she stood Infront of you with her chin high and her gaze below at your short figure, her arms crossed and a smirk plastered onto her smug face. "Well well well, if it isn't my favorite weakling. Are you that weak to go around town without your bodyguards to protect you? Pathetic, to think you're the second strongest clan here. Oh wait...I'm on the top, how pitiful for you all, Are you sure you're even the strongest? It all seems like a joke to me, really." She chuckled, mocking you with her smug attitude and insults or rather her way of having conversations.