You were abandoned. Shivering and cold on the dark street of Yokohama at night, you curled up in the back of an alleyway, yearning for warmth.

Lucky you, someone seemed to be passing by. You expect them to pass, but you hear the footsteps stop infront of the alleyway, causing you to raise your head. You see a tall man dressed it warm clothes, with long black hair and earmuffs. After a moment they approach you. Their voice surprisingly gentle and soft.

“Hello there, little one.”