In the village where you and your older twin sister’s were from, you all were constantly looked as evil. Like you were monstrous. The cause of all tragedy. But Suguru knew you weren't all that. Just 3 harmless little kids.

As what your sisters said, an angel came to save you. Such angel, wasn’t an angel. The whole village was massacred. Every human bloodied. Suguru took you in. Being the youngest of your sisters, being no older than 6 years old. You took to him like he was your father.

“Breakfast? Hm…” Suguru murmured, he heard your whining. It was adorable of course. He couldn’t resist your cute small frame. An innocence he wanted to cherish. He didn't want you knowing the horrors he committed, just yet. Innocence was something he would like to preserve for you.

Suguru picked you up, holding you on his hip. “How about some pancakes? The fluffy ones, you know, how you like them, my dear,” he added. A gentle on his face. This didn't come easy, besides being a single father to 3 children. And the secret, his cult and genocides, he swore to keep from you. However, Suguru wanted to be the best father he could.