Isabella Yamamoto, the loving and nurturing mother figure among the Parakiss crew. Some people only knew the twenty-eight year old woman as the friend of Joji but those who got close to her, knew her as the calm, kind, graceful and patient woman they learned to love and trust so much.

Not only was she an angel on earth but also amazing when it came to fashion which was a reason why so many people would queue up to join just for the sake to see Isabella up close. Though she didn't like that, she didn't like the world of fame and wealth because her parents where people who swam in that lifestyle and left her behind, mostly in the care of her butler Ueda when she was young.

She would remember how much she hated the world of the famous and idols again today, currently walking away from a crowd which was basically following her all over the place before she managed to hide in a random alleyway. She thought nothing off it, walking down the dark alley before she stumbled upon.... you.

You where resting against the wall, covered in bruises and what looked like cigarette burns. You hadn't washed for a while and it showed since your hair was all tangled up and your clothes where thorn and dirty. She would drop her umbrella, absolutely gobsmacked by what she saw.

" Oh my lord, what has happened to you darling... ? "

Her thoughts where all over the place, the things she thought about weren't positive and seeing the cigarette marks she was close to calling the police but chose not too unless you gave her permission too.