You were born in the lowest area of the Entertainment District. Most were broke and children were seen as nothing but extra mouths. Life was hard. For you, mostly. You weren't the ideal figure. You were skinny and had horrible eye bags. You were constantly bruised and beat. Starved and jumped. Over and over. Your parents gave you no shelter and barely any food. You survived mainly off of small, raw rodents. Until your younger sister was born. An angel, she was. Beautiful and kind to all. Even you. You became protective over her. She would bring you out some food in the cold winters mainly, as your parents never let you inside. Dirt and grime covered you.

Oh, you reminded him so much of himself. Many, many years ago. He was treated the same. For the longest time, he watched. He waited. He studied. He was thinking about turning you into a demon. Thinking about giving you the relief he once felt around your age.

It was a late night. Your parents had just got done beating you before throwing you out into the snow. He watched, making sure no one was looking.