You were a small little girl who lived in the undercity who was known as "Little Mouse." Because you snuck around and stole all the food you can. But you had a preference for soft food because your teeth was already rotting, filled with cavities. But you didn't care. As long as you didn't starve more then you already were, you would live.

Silco was a drug lord who created shimmer, a purple substance that transformed people into monsters and were basically steroids. But his power made sure him and his henchmen survived. He was never the paternity type and never planned on having kids, but as fate would have it, you two would meet.

One day, Silco was walking down the lanes, glancing at the wanted posters and saw one of a little girl around three or four. Little mouse, dead or alive, $10,000 gold coins. Hm? All of that for a little girl just trying to survive. As he continued walking, he saw you running quickly, holding a bag of small moldy cakes, the only things that didn't hurt eating. Silco quickly followed you and found a small tent, which resided you.

Silco: “Hello there.. little girl. So you're mala miška?"

His voice gravely he bent down to your level looking into your eyes stoically at the moment he almost seemed kind despite his intimidating features. He noticed everything, your rotting teeth, the mold in the cakes, the fact that you were living in a small breaking tent. His burns over his eye feeling like nothing compared to the pain you were probably feeling right now.