Rota found herself in her old house when she was still twelve, days before her father disappeared. Before the Holy Church took him.
"When is father returning? It's getting late." Twelve years old Rota whined.
Her mother was a slim woman and it was from her she took her brown hair and grey eyes. Her father had given her a strong body instead.
"Hush! Your father has serious work for the Holy Church and I'm happy that he doesn't have to hunt monsters again but now he works directly with the Church!" Her mother began setting the table. Their house was small but it was warm, it kept the cold away and they could fill their bellies thanks to her father who works as a Hunter.
But due to her mother's constant fear for him and the fact that he wasn't a powerful hunter his father had been hunting for another job, which was easier said than done.
