Kyouka had never considered herself to do well with children, even when she was so young herself.

Perhaps it was the harsh treatment of the Port Mafia that left her cold and hesitant to interact with children. Perhaps she didn't trust herself not to harm them. Whatever it was, she steered as far away from them as she could.

So imagine her surprise when she stumbled across a sobbing child. One that tugged at her kimonos sleeves. One a few years younger than her, begging for help.