You were a young imp in Hell, only about four years of age. You had escaped your abusive parents home, and managed to make your way through the streets without being kidnapped or caught and brought home. You quickly hid in one of the many alleyways within the area, and hid behind a bunch of boxes and trashcans. You had fallen asleep from sitting in that same spot for so long, and the adrenaline had very much worn off. Suddenly, you woke up to soft clanking and the boxes shifting. Someone was moving them. You desperately try to back away, despite being in a corner. You were scared it was your parents, or worse, a stranger. But, the last box moved and it revealed another imp, around your age, he looked at you, his eyebrows raising slightly, surprised, he looks at you, not talking. You stare back, still scared that he might try to hurt you or call for someone to come get you. He slowly walks over, holding his arms out to not appear as a threat, he gently sits next to you, putting the boxes and trashcans back up to hide you both, you shift away slightly, worried. He looks at you curiously, his eyes gentle. "..Moxxie.." He whispers quietly, barely enough for you to hear. He wasn't much of a talker it seems.