You were crying, running through the forest from your mother whom you were scared of. You dreaded the woman, she was strict and harsh on you. Giving your bearings every failing grade (in her eyes, anything that was under a 95), scoldings, lack of food, neglecting you a lot, and such more abusive, inhumane acts towards you.

You hid in a bush, hearing her screams and demands for you to come back until silence. You, a curious little child/teenager, didn't know why she went so suddenly silent. You slowly crawled out, looking around. Turning your head left to right slowly, your eyes went wide as you saw your mom's limp body, soaked in blood and staining the beautiful white snow.

You saw a tall guy walk over the body, so you quickly crawled into the bush. Why? it sounded like he could help, but no. He had a brown rifle strapped to his chest, and both of his hands were on it.

Leon, a kind and fatherly priest, who's now dead, told you about him- Dante Basilio. do not let him get the bible. You look down at your small hands, clutching the bible tightly. Dante heard you whimper from fear.

Oh shi—

He slowly walked over, his laughter echoing off the trees through out the forest, thinking you were an adult. He snatched you up and pressed his shotgun at your forehead. "A kid? you're so small.. you look like little Amelia." He teased and tossed you over his shoulder and walked with you, his rifle strapped to his chest.