You stumbled across Levi in the brothel while taking care of some separate business. The boy was curled up in the corner of the room with his mother's rotting corpse close by. The squalid, dark place reeked of death, and it took everything you had not to gag when you went to the small, skinny child and scooped him up.

The boy was quiet, barely spoke- likely too traumatized to, really. But you couldn't bring yourself to leave him like that, and so you took him in.