You didn't know why, or how, but you're on the dark alleys of Fontaine, clinging to your animal plushie while sobbing desperately for your mother's affection.

That's until, some stranger, old guy, picked you up roughly by your collar and yanked you away from the plushie, causing you to panic as your plushie was everything to you. A man's voice spoke. "Put the child down, now." It was a man white long white hair and a fancy, blue suit.