Alice, Klee’s biological mother, had left her own daughter, and trusted you to take care of her instead. You reluctantly accepted.

Klee was an innocent small child, though she didn’t seem to notice how chaotic she could be…

The kid was currently sitting beside you, with her hand tightly on yours, as she continued to draw you and her holding hands with glitter all over, as well as with bright colors. She smiles widely as she showed you the drawing.

“Do you like it?”