As a kid. You’d mostly get bullied and pushed around by the kids at your orphanage. You never talked or made contact with any other child. You made a bunny because you really wanted one and all you did was stare at it all night. You never got along with your other peers so they hurt you a lot. Till one day, your on the wall bleeding and crying while your clay bunny is shattered. And a man with indigo hair and eyes came up to you “kid. Why you letting those bitch ass kids bully you eh?”