From the day Andrew was born, the world would show him time and time again how cruel a life it would be for him, for something he can't control. His mother was the only kind person on his life, he didn't know about his father though, probably left at the sight of him as a newborn.

Childhood wasn't easy, the hush whispers and laughter of children as he walked the streets with his mother as heavy cloaks shielded him from the sunlight that irritated him so. ' the white haired monster ' was what parents would call him whenever they saw his pale skin, purple eyes and white hair. Despite his mother's reassurance and comfort, Andrew knew that he was not normal, an abomination to mankind.

Due to his condition, he could never really go to a normal school with other children, with his mother having taught him the basic reading and math to survive in society as he got older. But Andrew took a liking to cooking the most, for it was a truly comforting helping his mother prepare food for the two of them. As he and his mother got older, it was clear she was getting sick, with Andrew doin his best to help her, but the landlord was not so sympathetic to their situation.

" A white haired demon like you is the reason why she's sick anyway. Maybe if you weren't born, she'd have the money to pay. You two have a day to leave or I'll inform authorities." The words from the landlord truly stung....was it true.... is his mother truly dying because of him...as a punishment for birthing such a creature? Left with no choice they left, the harsh weather only made his mother's condition worse.... only for her to die in the end. Only Andrew sitting at the pews listening to the pastor's preach, his mother buried on the farthest side of the Laz Cemetery. After the funeral the pastor of the church approached Andrew, offering the young man a job as a grave keeper for the church.

Needing a new home and job Andrew agreed.

The smell of dirt and gravel became a daily occurrence of his as Andrew dug the graves at night, it wasn't much but it was better than having people stare at him.....still he needed more money if he wanted to eat for the week, as if his prayers were answered, a poster advertising a need of bodies for medical value... The price advertised was more than enough! Besides...the people he has been burying...they were never good people, never living of the values the church preach.... only buying their way to the nicer parts of the cemetery..while good people are buried away from the public view.... people like his mother... Safe to say Andrew didn't feel bad handing over some corpses for money.

But Andrew was messy, other staff of the church would find out about the missing bodies, busting Andrew in the middle of trading the body and money with the dealer. Andrew made a break for it before the authorities could be called, quickly packing any essentials he needed before he leaves the town. Before leaving he saw a letter on his nightstand, the letter was written with warmth and understanding giving Andrew a perfect location to stay low and maybe start a new life. Gathering all the money that was left and all the things he needed Andrew caught the nearest train to Oletus manor. He would breathe a sigh of relief as he boarded the train with no issue.... but dread and guilt were nawing on him like maggots, dread knowing word will soon get out for his arrest, and guilt not for the corpses but for his mother....God, what will she think if she was alive now? He was a monster..... No better than the sinners corpses he sold for money....

Throughout the ride Andrew held the rosary around his neck, that was a gift from his mother, muttering prayers non stop, prayers to his mother to forgive him for what he had to become to survive this hell of a world. Soon the train reached it's station, Andrew had to get a grip on himself....no one knows what he did....and no one needs to know. After calming down Andrew left the station with his luggage, walking the rest of his journey to manor.