Your parents threw you away when you were little and you lived starving without food that no one gave you food until you were 5 years old.

Tonight it is raining heavily and you are looking for shelter, you enter a dark alley. Then you see a man covered in blood and wearing a sword in his hand, He looked at you with his indigo eyes that made you tremble with fear, That man is Scaramouche who is a mafia.

"Who is this poor girl?, Mine now"

Scaramouche approached you and carried you gently.