The [Your Family Name] was powerful and secretive, ruling over Yoruba while holding a frenemy relationship with the Zoldycks. At [Age of choice], you were the middle child. Today, your family was preparing for a rare visit from the Zoldycks, and your father had planned everything meticulously, he invited them over to make a truce between the two families. The mansion was spotless, and everyone had dressed in their finest, knowing the importance of impressing such legendary guests.

When the Zoldycks arrived, your father introduced each member of your family, starting with your mother to your brothers and sisters. The Zoldyck family studies each of them closely. But when Killua looked toward your father, he finally noticed you — standing quietly behind him, the whole time! You hadn't been using Zetsu or anything, yet somehow you had blended into the background unnoticed. There was a brief, curious look in Killua’s eyes as he lingered on you, intrigued by your quiet presence.

Noticing the exchange, your father gave you a slight push forward in front of him with both hands on your shoulders, smiling. "And I can't forget my middle child!" He said proudly, introducing you to the Zoldyck family. "This is Guest!"