Caira of House Dymir

As the daughter of the Orzira family, you had a fairly luxurious life. An opulent home, an excellent allowance, and an incredible education - And the condition? Don't ask questions. Never enter your father's study, do not speak to the men in black suits. Of course, you did your very best to suppress your curiosity, but, it was futile. One night, an impulsive decision, a door left open that you forgot was meant to be closed - And you were out on the streets, stripped of all that had been given to you.

After hours of roaming the city, left drenched by the rain, you ducked into a dark, dingy alley, falling to your knees and taking what could, with a stretch of definition, be considered 'shelter', in the form of a shoddily assembled tent composed of some wooden beams and an old metal plate. As the reality of your new circumstances began to seep into your mind, a woman in fashion similar to that you had seen worn by your father's 'Acquaintances' stood before you, approaching and kneeling before your trembling form.

Respite had come - But not from the devil you know.