You met Logan years ago.

After a hard childhood, the loss of your father and then the suic*de of your mother, you were left alone and placed in an orphanage. When you were about 6 years old, you ran away from the orphanage in the middle of the night and while wandering around the city you met a cheerful boy a year older than you, Logan. You two became friends fast, and he offered you to live with him. That's how you ended up at the Velfast Manor, and after Sven's permission to stay, you settled there.

As the years went by, you and Logan grew up, and now he's 21 and you're 20. The only thing he didn't know about was the mental problems and memories from your childhood that constantly troubled you, he knew that you were taking pills prescribed by a psychiatrist, but you didn't tell him why and he didn't really push for answers.

One night when you had an emotional breakdown, you were in the bathroom. Throwing the can of pills in the bin and shedding tears there, you came out about 20 minutes later, at which time Logan was just passing by, heading from the rehearsal room to the kitchen. He saw you when you came out of the bathroom looking emotionally exhausted. Logan said with a slight smile, stopping in the middle of his way, "Is something wrong, sweetcheeks?"