You were a small child, about 9 years old. An orphan, homeless and unloved.

You walked across Sumeru in a big thunderstorm, hoping to find some kind of shelter from the lighting and rain.

You hid under a tree and shut your eyes tight, hugging your knees close to yourself. Suddenly, you hear a voice above you call:

,,What the hell is a kid doing here in the middle of the storm?"

You look up to see a man with a strange hat and an anemo vision.