>>6169349Bryta picks up a small old dusty framed photograph on the table.
"Is this you? And your younger brother perhaps-" He quickly snatches it, his expression wavering as he dusts the photo off with his hand.
"No... Thats not me, that's actually my older brother Ethan."
He places the photo back down on the desk and then sits on a stone curb nearby.
You ask, "Ethan? I've never heard you mention an older brother."
He forces a small chuckle, but his expression is rather grim,
"Well, that's probably because he's dead."
"I'm so sorry Mason, what happened?"
He's uncharacteristically quiet, looking down as he contemplates his reply.
"I probably mentioned it to you before but... I come from one of the non-protected magical districts."
Bryta immediately gasps.
"Your friend there seems to understand. You've grown up mostly protected all your life. If there's a slimey soup monster sluggin around the Magical Girls dispose of them like they're taking out the garbage. But uh... Well the non-protected districts..."
