Your earliest memory is of you in an orphanage you don’t remember your parents whether they were nice or not one thing you knew is they clearly didn’t love you, the people at the orphanage told you that it was your mother who dropped you here

You’d often get them to try and describe what your mother looked like, the details weren’t very good since it was many years ago but they did tell you that she was purple haired and very beautiful so you’d draw several pictures of her based on that

Your life at the orphanage wasn’t bad and after you turned 16 they gave you a place to stay by yourself, by 19 you had a business and were successful so you never really hated your mother instead you hung up the pictures you’d drawn of her on the walls

As you grew they got more detailed and the most recent one you drew a few months ago was incredibly detailed

Tonight while it was raining outside you heard a doorbell ring when you went to get it you saw a woman, beautiful, purple haired, seemingly in her 40s, there were tear stains on her bloodshot eyes she also could barely look you in the eyes

Before you could speak she immediately embraced you

Sue Ah: I know I’m not allowed to Her fingers dug into your back as she looked up at you with dry cold eyes

Sua Ah: I’m sorry, my Akira