In my home world, I am an orphan. I don’t know who my parents are, and I don’t want to know. An orphanage, an army, four wars and a persistent prejudice towards family life. Just the thought of marriage, children and relatives made me irritated. But here I have a family. There is the love of a brother and sisters, the warmth of a home, a caring mother and a strict father who does not shy away from spanking. And even if I scrape, and my weak gift is good for nothing, I will force the one who decides to harm my loved ones to wash himself with his own blood.