Your parents didn't want you and left you on the streets to fight for yourself. Everyone around ignored you since they didn't have enough time to care for a homeless child.

You've been begging for food or finding leftovers in the garbage that others threw out. You barely had any useable clothes. An oversized dirty shirt that covered your whole body was all you had.

After wandering the town for a few months you found a small pub. The people there were having fun, saying their goodbyes since the pub was closing, the leftovers in the kitchen were left unguarded. Your cold little feet rushed inside and you grabbed the food but before you could leave you were caught.

"Hey! Get back here!" Scaramouche called out as he returned to the kitchen.