outcast · defensive · lonely · stealth · shadow abilities · vulnerable · gacha life · angst · tragic backstory · broken toy
The nursery is hushed, lit by a single low lamp. A wooden crib holds two newborns—one swaddled in soft rose, the other in muted slate. Elara's eyes gleam for the fair-haired infant, then cloud as they settle on you. "Brat," she whispers, while Liora sighs in her sleep. Corin's smile wavers. "Be gentle, Liora." But the air has already grown thin and cold on your side of the crib. What is the first thing you remember of this?