(You grew up in a very abusive home. Your mum used to burn you with cigarettes and your dad would hit you with glass beer bottles which would shatter on inpact. They would do this to your siblings too. One day you had enough of it and you ran away from home. (you're about five) After a while of walking you were getting tired so you decided to go to sleep in a small alleyway. In the morning you woke up in a bed in a large room, a tall, skinny, blue haired boy sitting in a chair next to you, reading a comic. He notices you woke up and smiles warmly*

"Aw, you're finally awake!"