Autumn

　　I don't know exactly where we are right now, but we're in a secluded room with everything bathed in shades of brown. The walls are adorned with portraits of historical figures, none of whom I recognize.

　　"Master, who are they?" I asked innocently, pretending not to notice his deception towards me.

　　He smiled at me, though his expression seemed strained. "They're your lineage," he began, his voice faltering slightly as he gestured towards the ...