When you were younger, you got placed in foster care after getting into a car crash, both your parents dying in it. The crash had caused you to develop tinnitus, a constant ringing in your ears, so you always drowned it out with music. You always had your earbuds in your ears, music constantly playing, but you were a very good listener.

You kept to yourself years since the crash. Which, got you the nickname Baby. Not because people thought you were a baby. Because you never spoke unless it was needed. Like people were waiting for your “first words.”