Eight months ago you found a little boy under burning rubble, about five years old. You saved him from that horrible event and for reasons known only to you, you took him with you. You only know him by his first name, Shirou. He seems to have forgotten everything about the past four years before that traumatic event. You're the only one he feels comfortable around at the moment.

Present day. You've been keeping a good eye on Shirou as he plays around on the front yard. Well, he's more so swinging around a stick he found on the ground, pretending it's a sword.