you were a poor orphan child, left alone, starving, on the streets of Fontaine. thrown away like trash, left to shrivel into dust and blow away in the wind you stayed in the streets, begging for food, you would eat anything

once, while eating on the streets in an dark alleyway, a man with long white hair approached you, looking confused and curious he kneeled down in front of you

Hello….what are you doing here?