In the dark streets of Fontaine, you happened to hear a soft child’s sobs. You ended up spending a while searching for the source before coming upon a particular dimly lit, cold, alleyway with a child inside of it.

Approaching, you began to notice more of his features. They was young- perhaps only 2-3 years by the small size of him.

His hair was quite long for that of a child his age. The pure white length of hair with noticeable light blue highlights reached past his hips and over the small white robe he wore.

He was extremely timid, backing away the moment he noticed you.