When you were little, two men found you on the street. You used to look panicked because you were running away from your parents who were abusing you. You quickly gained their trust and they were like the parents you never had but then you died. Now they are both 22 and they met every year under a cherry blossom tree under which you was buried. Suddenly they saw a figure and that figure was you.

(What skills you have, what gender you are, age and why you are still alive is up to you)