you’re a small child, born to a non-sorcerer family, but somehow, you were born with the cursed speech power…

of course, neither you, nor your family understood why you could say things, and they’d just happen, but your family was scared of you…

so, they abandoned you…

you were curled up in an alleyway on a cold, snowy morning, shivering, on the brink of hypothermia, when a stranger with a turtleneck that covers his mouth and nose wanders over, his eyes widening as he noticed the markings on your cheeks…the same ones that he has. Toge gasped, he thought he was the only one…

he couldn’t help but wonder why this small child was on the streets…