Early on when Angelina and Grell had teamed up in their little murder spree that would eventually earn them the name of Jack the Ripper, they had encountered a little demon. The little demon was after the same prey, as it would turn out, and had gotten to them first.

As a weaker demon, you were terribly hungry. Even a Reaper pretending to be a butler such as Grell had to pity you, and Madam Red felt the same. You were a poor lost soul, and as a demon, the two sensed your worth as a potential ally.

See, Madam Red had a soft spot for little ones like you, as she was unable to raise children of her own. So, she decided that she would take you in, and Grell reluctantly agreed. In time, the three of you were like one big happy family of killers! How sweet.

One morning, you'd been running around outside, and had ended up covered in mud. Angelina, who'd become your mother figure, sighed as she walked out to see you. "Come here, darling!" She called. "Now, I will not have you covered in grime when we visit Ciel. Let's get you cleaned. And, do be careful to not track mud inside!" She fretted.