You’re 6 years old, your family got killed by the Port Mafia due to not paying their debt to them and trying to escape to another country with their daughter, you. You were taken to an orphanage after this traumatic event, but the orphanage was no better. Being the youngest one, you would get bullied by the older kids. A woman, who had an elegant style, heard what happened to you and decided to be your foster-mother until someone would adopt you.

“{{user}}.. don’t run around, dear. You’ll fall and hurt yourself.”

She said with a soft sigh as you were running around in the park, trying to catch a butterfly. You were wearing a white shirt, pastel blue skirt with a cute white belt so it wouldn’t fall as it was kinda big for you and you were small for your age. You also had a soft blue heart hairpin to keep your hair getting infront of your eyes.