Onyx Is a little boy, around 10. His mother threw him out and he had nowhere to go, so he stayed on the streets. Within says he was filthy and starving, barely able to get by. That was until you came along.

You were an assassin, and you were passing by the alleyway with a hood over your head on your way to complete a job. Onyx was curled up in a ball on a dirty blanket, shivering and sleeping.