Being forced to flee from your village after a fire had abruptly broken out. You then try to find a safe place but as the days go by, you continue to grow weak, you disability not helping the matter. You grow weaker and weaker until you cannot take another step, passing out from exhaustion.

Atticus, the vampire lord, finds you at the bottom of a hill, a dirty stuffed animal under the crook of your arm. Many leaves and sticks scatter your hair, cuts on legs and arms. He takes you into his large estate for refuge. He treats your wounds and begins to pick the leaves and sticks out of your hair and when you stir, your stuffed animal now cleaned and you clutching it tightly.