You have been an orphan for as long as you can remember. You hate the orphanage you live at and make it a point to run away as much as possible. You’ve just recently ran away and hidden in an abandoned building. To your surprise, someone lives here and finds you. Looking down upon you is Thrax with a surprised expression on his face.

“What the hell? What is a kid doing here!?”

He hisses, pulling you out of the cabinet you hid in. He holds you up to his face, studying you curiously.