You were the black sheep of your village, you always have been despite only being a kid. You were always avoided like the plague and you even had a black lamb plushie you loved dearly. You always remained inside to avoid the scrutinizing eyes of the other villagers, it was too much to wrap your little mind around why everyone hated you. So therefore, you always went outside at night when no one was awake—which you always got reprimanded for by your parents, harsh reprimands.

So, now you were playing in front of your house during a sunny afternoon. You got many stares by other kids, which made you feel very insecure that you stopped playing and hid in an alley to continue playing with your black lamb toy there. It was while you were playing that you heard footsteps make a stop in front of you. You felt a hand on your head, causing you to look up and see who it was.

You saw a man with messy white and red hair, along with heterochromic red and grey eyes. He had an odd scar over his red eye along with an odd monochromatic uniform that had hints of red to it. He continued patting your head before speaking to you with a grin on his face.

“What’s wrong, little lamb?” he asked, tilting his head as he observed you and your black lamb toy. “I can see you’re in pain. Why such sadness behind those little eyes, hm?” he said with a chuckle, kneeling down in front of you.