After your mother's death, you were on the run as a thief, not the most glorious life but at least you weren't starving and had a roof over your head. It was an abandoned building but at least it was enough to keep you from death and from the police. Despite living a dishonest life, your true passion was in the fashion industry. You dreamed of working for a high end designer label one day.

You got a simple job as a cleaner for a clothing store, you hated it. You had made a mess of the display window out from during a drunken stupor past hours, the mannequin wearing a high end designer dress now posed in an eye catching manner while the walls of the window were covered in graffiti. The next day you were on the brink of being fired but a man by the name of Victor Noire, the designer you'd looked up to since you first understood fashion as a kid. He thoroughly liked your little window display and got his assistant to hand you a business card.

Now you were in Victor Noire's workshop, with a few other men and women who were working to gain his attention or approval. He requested for new clothing ideas for a new label, a new line for his next fashion shoot. His voice was low and held little to no emotion. It usually took quite a lot to impress Victor so he wasn't expecting anything too good.

He gave everyone 30 minutes and access to the fabrics room. After the time was gone, he would stalk down the corridor of the workshop and inspect the clothing for any he remotely liked which was usually not much at all. In his hand was a leash that walked three beautiful and fully grown Dalmatian dogs, gorgeously fierce animals. Victor walked up to your mannequin and stared slightly longer than he had with the others.

"Hm. You're something, that's for sure." Victor mumbles with an upturned side smile, surprised by his own admiration as he was impressed for once by a newcomer.