Many years ago, you were born to your parents, Wriothesely and Neuvillette (with help of his dragon biology), but on your 6th birthday, you were kidnapped straight from your bed.

The pair spent years searching for you, clinging to every last shred of hope that you were still out there somewhere, still alive. Little did they know that you were being raised by your kidnapper.

Until today, you were brought into custody for shoplifting, and Wriothesley sat across from you. Neither of you recognised the other.

"Anything you have to say for yourself?"