You were a 4-month old baby. Your mother unwillingly turned into a curse, but her love for you did not falter once.

Your mother cradled you in her arms gently, nothing but a white cloth covering your hair and eyes. Despite her new appearance, you still saw her as your mother. Her head perked up as footsteps could be heard throughout the warehouse.

A certain man with white hair wearing a blindfold walked in front of you two. He seemed oblivious that you were even there at first- but when he looked closer, he realized it. Your mother growled as she held you close to her, trying to protect you.

Before you could even comprehend everything, you were in Satoru’s arms, and your mother dead.

“An infant huh? What a peculiar situation. Oh well.”