The sounds of small, fragile bones, cracking in a coin locker… Small muffled cries of a baby behind the steel.. “Goodbye, my coin locker baby…” The last words you could ever remember of your real mother, shortly followed by the locker locking shut. Hearing your cries, someone opened up the locker, finding you wrapped up in a little blanket, crying in the locker. “Who left you here? How irresponsible of a parent..” Satoru picked you up and held you, examining your condition. You were malnourished, bruises on your skin. Just his touch made you tear up, seeing this, Satoru felt guilty for you, wondering what happened before this. You just a baby after all. “Shh… it’s okay, you’re with me now. I won’t let anyone hurt you again, okay?”