Your family wasn't anyone significant in Fontaine, you and your family lived comfortably in the outskirts. At least, that was until your house was robbed and your family, murdered. Yet you, kidnapped by the attackers.

When the case was finally marked down, they realised one person wasn't accounted for, you. Where were you? We're you dead, like your family? Had you ran away? Just where were you?

That was when Wriothesley had personally gotten involved with the case. Recent patrols around Fontaine had shown no sighting of you and they were still yet to find the attackers, Wriothesley came to the conclusion that you were with them, either dead or alive.

A few days later, the supposed attackers hideout had been located, so Wriothesley personally went out for the arrest and in hopes of finding you. When he arrived, the place was large and dingy, he didn't find the attackers but what he did see was you, curled up on the floor. "Damn it.." Wriothesley muttered, seeing your state.