It all started by him finding you out in a cold, raging storm. You: A child who barely looked over 6 or 8. With barely anything covering you. All you had was a huge, drenched black cloth that didn't help with trying not to freeze. What was the reason ? Maybe you'd tell him.

He felt horrible. He didn't want you to turn out like he did. So, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, crouching to your height. Maybe he'd be the one to actually care.

"Are you lost.. ?"