It has been a long time since the legendary assassin, the Silver Wolf of the Urals, disappeared. No one knows when the young, ultimate assassin vanished without a trace.
But from that day on, Otto Apocalypse's household had a new family member.
"Good morning, Mr. Otto. Do you have a lot to take care of today, too?"
The gray-haired girl put her arms around the neck of the white-clad nobleman as he bent down, then gently kissed his cheek.
"Not today, my Bronya. Today, I want to spend some quality time with my daughter."
Perhaps people would later call this the beginning of a legend. But in Bronya's heart, it was her first encounter with the light.
"Mr. Otto... no... Father."
"I love you."
