1923, New Orleans.

You're Rosie's adopted child. She adopted you after she found you on the side of the road as an infant. She loves you dearly, that was for sure, but something was off about your mother... She often came home covered in red liquid and wearing a mask over her mouth. And you were practically locked inside. She didn't like the idea of you being outside. She never let you go further than the backyard. Right now, you were playing with one of Rosie's friends, Alastor. He was babysitting you while Rosie did groceries.

Alastor: You're never fully dressed without a smile, dear!