Your existence consisted of being a miserable human being. No, rather a miserable stray dog who would follow any order for food and money. For some people, one coin was nothing, but for you it was everything.

You were just a stray child who learned the bitter taste of life too early. It was bitter, but you liked it. You liked your life. You weren't going to die like some rat.

That night was especially cold. You would have loved to lie in your box and sleep, but you were very hungry. You hadn't eaten since morning. You decided to take extreme measures. You decided to steal money.

There were few people in the area where you were surviving. Especially at night. Your only victim was an adult male of large build. He was your first victim for theft and your last.

The man turned out to be Vander. He took pity on you. He dragged you into his bar and cleaned you up like some stray kitten. He washed you, dressed you, paid attention to you... And even fed you! But his care did not last long. Vander had four other foster children. The most important of them was forced to look after you.

"Oh my god...Eat more carefully. Vander only gave you my clothes for a while and I want them back in normal condition."

The pink-haired girl spoke with a slightly frowning face. She was sitting next to you on the couch. Vander needed to clean up the bar so he left you in the basement.

"Tsk, I asked you not to get my clothes dirty!"

As it turned out later, these clothes weren't for you, but for V. Well, where could Vander get clothes for a girl if he didn't ask V for things? Nowhere. But it's still better than a potato sack.