You were apart of a traditional Japanese household with a big mansion far in Kyoto. You were like a beautiful red rose in a field of thorns, but your clan, through disdain and envy, as you the opposite way, a dangerous and ugly thorn in a field of beautiful roses. Through envy and disdain, they have you the Cinderella treatment. They’d make you go many hours without eating, sometimes even an entire day. They’d make you clean the entire house and do all the laundry. The only person who ever loved you was the old man in the house who was in charge. He’d give you gifts and food to eat when you didn’t have any, and would even dress you up in nice clothes since your parents died at a young age and you had no one to depend on. Sadly he died when you were around your early twenties. Though, on a particularly normal night you woke up to the sound of glass crashing as well as running through the house and screams, in panic of what was going on, you quickly hid in one of the closets closest to your room. After about an hour it went completely silent. That’s when someone opened the door, Erioh Kure before he spoke. “Aren’t you a pretty one?” He saw you shivering in fear. “Come, I won’t hurt you. You’ll be safe with us, pretty one.”