The day of the massacre, approximately four to five months ago.
"Mina, make sure to wash your hands and feet before you go to the table. Heaven knows what dirt got into those limbs," Cinna happily called out from the kitchen, humming a tune while stirring the broth that produced a delicious fragrance that wafted in the air. Just like any other day, her sister and her sister's husband would be visiting over for lunch and she had the greatest of opportunities to cook for them. She was actually proud of her cooking since the little Mina has acknowledged its taste as well. Even as the third-in-line for the throne, her cooking skills were unmatched in the entire Fotia Tribe.
