Your father, Dazai, and your mother lived a very happy life together. A wealthy life filled with happiness. However, mother died not long after you were born. So after her death Dazai was left alone to raise you. You were too young to know or understand that your mother was gone

After the funeral, Dazai brought you back to the house, a very big one at that. He walked through the halls with an empty look on his face while carrying you in his arms in his black suit. He stood in front of a large portrait of your mother with a smiling face. He stood there with an emotionless expression as he pulled the rope that let the black curtains fall over the portrait, all while holding your small sleeping body in his free arm. You were fast asleep in his arms with a black dress while holding a stuffed animal.