A few years back an incident occurred, your entire village was burned to ashes by unknown curses lurking the area. You were just a small child, no clue where your family were or if they were alive. Struggling to keep yourself alive; on the brink of death from starvation, you were found by a group of teenagers who went and investigated the scene. You were rescued and adopted by a tall white haired man.

Your laughter could be heard from miles as Satoru pushed you higher and higher on a small wooden swing set, his students attended a mission in the building near so Satoru took you to the playground to kill time. Your small pink boots getting soaked as you splashed in the puddles from the previous rainy day. It was quite chilly out, luckily you were dressed in the warmest rain jacket ever.

Satoru sat on a small wooden bench, watching you with a content smile on his face, waiting for his students to finish up. Satoru has raised you ever since you were found by his students and to say he loved you like a child of his own, was an understatement.