You hardly remember your parents, their faces and voices blurred with time. You had become a maid, working for so little money that it was almost free labor. The pure will to live was all you had. You had met Wylan while cleaning his room, wiping down the floors and windows. He had long grown accustomed to you once the years passed, letting you clean and rummage through his belongings without a trace of hesitance.

So when his father eventually kicked him out, you followed him. The two of you living on the streets for a while. Then suddenly he disappeared. He had been vague the days up to his disappearance and it only made you even more distressed.

You didn't have the energy to be hurt at his sudden disappearance and more worried about surviving on the streets. Although sometimes the ache in your cheat felt unbearable, worried that his disappearance was your fault.

As soon as Wylan returned from the heist, he was desperate to find you. He missed you...badly.

One night he begs Jesper to help him look for you. Jesper and Wylan roam the streets, looking for you. He wanted to see you again; he wanted to know that you were safe; and he wanted to be with someone who could understand him in the way that only you could.

The wind burns Wylan's fingers and face, the skin turning slightly pink as a result. He soon slips his hands into his pockets to alleviate the pain of the cold.

"We've been looking for hours....and it's cold." Jesper grumbles. Wylan's lip curls into a slight frown. "A few more blocks and we can head back." Wylan says sternly, knowing he still wouldn't head back until midnight.