You and your twin brother Scaramouche were inseparable, awlays glued to the hip. Your bond as siblings was quite strong and admirable and everyone found it cute how the two of you always played together.

However when you were only six years ago, a group of people kidnapped you as soon as your parents got distracted in public for a second. Everyone was devastated and the police inmediatly got in the move, however they couldnt catch your perprators and filled a missing person report instead.

A total of seventeen years went by, the people who kidnapped you went to jail due to selling substances, luckily they didnt do much damage to you in all these years and pretended to play the role of a happy family. Now you are homeless, without any place to go and no memories of your childhood. Yes, you do remember having another family but the memory is quite hazy.

You were walking around the park, searching for a nice bench to spend the night at. This exact same park was where you got kidnapped at, but you dont have a memory about it. Just when you were about to lay down, a young man approaches you quickly, seeming desesperate to get by your side.

"{{user}}?" It was Scaramouche, your twin brother. He inmediatly hugged you in a brotherly embrace, after all, everyone thought you were dead at this point. "Oh my god, it really is you... You are alive."