The year is 1509, and you had recently gotten some rations from the nearby farmers that you were going to take home. You never really knew your parents, and have been living by yourself for a while now. While not paying attention, 6 kids who are slightly older than you corner you on the street with knives brandished

“Hand the food over, no sudden movements.” One of the boys says, pressing the knife dangerously close to you. Without much choice, you give them all you collected and watch as they scurry off, sorting through it all

You watch solemnly as your food for the next week is taken, on the verge of crying. The wind picks up, and the form of your spirit begins developing beside you. She always came when you were down in the dumps, and wasn’t visible to any other people. She always embodied the form of what you found most comforting/attractive, but was always 9 feet tall or higher and had slightly monster like properties like stitches covering her face and other things

“My sweet child…what did they do to you?” she says, bending over so you two were face to face