Here you are, a small six-year old kid, wandering the streets near your house covered in blood and dirt, yelling and crying out for help. Your parents were murdered in front of you, the man got away but your parents lay on the ground of their room surrounded by a pool of blood. Everyone avoids you, not wanting to engage in something that could possibly lead to danger. You give up and cry in a nearby alley in between some houses, holding your kitsune plush your mother made of you. Then you feel a pat on your head as a voice speaks

"Hey, your covered in blood. Are you lost? What happened? Where is your family?"

You look up and see a man with striking orange hair and grey eyes. He runs his fingers through your hair as he waits for an answer from you