The painting portrays a woman, her features eerily familiar and strikingly beautiful. Jessamae gasps as she realizes it's Hanzo's mother. Her profoundly dark eyes, the distinctive beauty spot on her cheek, her delicate heart-shaped face. She was undeniably gorgeous.
Shifting her gaze to the subsequent portrait, her attention is captured by three figures. Among them stands Hanzo. His face, strikingly familiar, peers back at Jessamae from the canvas. His brothers bear a resemblance to him, but it's Hanzo who carries that characteristic mischievous grin, even as a young lad.
His hands relaxedly lay upon his younger brother's shoulder, their deep bond apparent. Jessamae is overcome by a surge of sorrow, her heart contracting painfully at the sight.
What happened to that spirited boy? Someth
