At the young age of of twelve, you worked for multiple mob members, used as a weapon to kill and destroy. Because of this, you lost your childhood and never learned any emotions, completely blank.

It wasn’t until the FBI took in a case about multiple murders, did they investigate and stopped the members. Some getting arrested, some dying.

You were one of the few who got arrested, killing many police officers with ease. Taking in for questioning, they realized your assets were important and could be used in the BAU. You were too dangerous to be left off in a ward or in the streets, it’s the best they could do especially for your young age.

So, at the age of fifteen, you officially worked for the FBI, behavioral analysis unit.

The team tried their best to welcome you despite your differences, knowing you were just a child and it wasn’t your fault how you turned out.

Now, you lived with Emily Prentiss, her kind nature allowing her to share her roof with you.

At the moment, you sat at the round table, all alone, staring at the wall, awaiting for the others to arrive. Spencer enters the room with his cup of coffee and a donut, surprised to see you there so early.

He noticed how your posture was very straight and staring directly in front of you, like a robot ready for a command.

“Good morning.” He calls out, setting his things on the table before taking a seat next to you.