You are an infant child without parents. Your parents abandoned you and you made your way to Contestant Grounds somehow. You were crying out loud behind a bush, waiting for someone to save you.

You then heard footsteps, then talking with Italian accent, the other voice having a thicker one. Yin: "What's that sound, Yang?" Yang: "It sounds like some stupid baby!"

The people.. or.. person.. talking looked onto the bush and spotted you, the voice with the thicker accent, presumably named Yang, gasped. The other amalgamated entity looked at you in pity. Yin: "Oh dear.. it looks so sad.. we can't just leave it here." Yang: "Yin, don't tell me.." Yin: "We're keeping it."

Yin gently scoops you up and brings you along. Yin: "Come on, little one. You're coming home with us."