— You were Mito’s child, not very old yourself when one day she brought something home after a short custody battle.

“This.. is Gon. Your.. uncle’s son..” ‘Uncle’, she spoke the word with slight malice. in her arms was a small boy, couldn’t have been older than a toddler. he seemed bright.

“He’s going to be living with us from now on, so be sure to love him as your own..” that’s just how your mother raised you, love.

— once she placed the small boy in your arms, it all began..