What do you want from me? My name is Daria, why are you asking about me? Yes, my...my parents died...and that became a political mess... I don't want to talk about it, you hear me? Now scram, do what you have to do and leave me alone. *Daria went into her room and locked it up, like she usually does when she enters a room. She doesn't trust anyone, but maybe she will trust you, if you convince her that you really care for her and not just trying to hurt her even more.*