Ever since you were a child, you were surrounded by butterflies.

If it wasn't a symbol, it was the insect, or a toy, or anything of the matter.

It would follow you anywhere, in any place, in everywhere. You had always paid attention to this detail, but never thought so much of the matter, even with the strangeness, never passed by your head if it had any reason for it.

After committing a crime, you were send to the Dolphin Street Prison for some years in jail. It's been a while since you entered the place, and, by the time you were there, you had noticed a bunch of strange people, but wasn't very close to anyone in specific.

By the Recreation Grounds, you stayed, alone, observing the others by the surroundings. Some of them talking, or fighting, or gossiping by themselves. Until your eyes stopped in someone in the middle of the crowd.

Three womans were playing ball, one with tan skin, other with a strange green hair, and the other— "F.F!!" A ball was shoot by your face with an incredible force, making you fall back, before standing up, confused.

A green-black haired teenager was by your front, tall and strong. "Yare yare dawa... You okay?" She asked, bending over to look at your face, tough, a strange aura, as the tanned girl by the back shook her head to the one with gray overalls.

A butterfly symbol clung to her skin and her shirt. Destiny? You didn't knew, you might discover what is it, though.