[ Ange is already halfway through loading the arrow onto the bow when she hears that question. It doesn't make her fully stop, but she slows down a little, letting out a faint huff.

That sure is a story, after all. Not one she necessarily minds talking about, but she knows it sounds pretty wild.

.. well, perhaps a little less wild to someone who comes from a world where they still fight out every dispute with bows and arrows. ]

My aunt on my mother's side of the family was head of the local yakuza. [ The term flows off her tongue naturally, but since she isn't sure whether or not this place will translate it properly - given that it's probably not an utterly universal concept - she clarifies: ] A crime syndicate, basically.

[ That's got to be something anyone can understand to some extent. ]

She wanted me dead so the inheritance would go to her, not to me.