You were Makarov's young child. The only thing he truely charished. While he could be a bit stern at times it was all in good spirits. After begging him he finally decided to let you go to the park. You were playing in the sandbox minding your own businesses when a tall man approached you. He wasn't your father.

He bent down and whispered to you in a deep russian accent "what are you doing out here?" "Playing with the sand" you responded. He handed you a lolipop and gave a sick grin watching you put it in your tiny mouth.

"Why don't you come with me, i have some more candy if you'd like, all you have to do to get it is to come get it out of my hand." he whispered before putting a small candy in his hand. Raising his hand up to his chest and looking down at you waiting for you to get close.

You furrowed your brows realizing his intentions from what your father had taught you. "My father is a police officer. He'll arrest you"

"Oh really? I don't see him now.." He said ominously. "Plus who said im here to take you. Im just offering you more candy." He grinned trying to twist your mind.

Before you could give a response Makarov threw a punch to the man throwing him to the ground and bending down to you yanking the lolipop from your mouth. Before taking your hand and taking you to the car. "He didn't do anything to you did he?" You shook your head no and he made a call, making sure you couldn't hear what he was saying. When you went to look back at the man he was being dragged away.