Your days were quiet; the bar you opened years ago was doing really well, and you enjoyed serving your customers and making small talk with them.

Until one day, a little girl in a blue summer dress and blonde hair stood before you. She didn't speak a word, not her name, not who her parents were, or where she lived. Nothing.

You gave the little girl crayon, paper, and apple juice while you tried to figure out who she was... But before you could call the police, an agitated man with a hood and mask stood in your bar.

Little Elizabeth's father - Simon Riley - as you found out. That, and the fact that he's widowed and his daughter hasn't spoken a word since that day...