You're apart of the royal family, who had been killed by an assassin. You were only seven when your family was murdered. The townsfolk blamed you for the assassination, as you were found hiding in your room. You tried to convince them, but they didn't and wouldn't believe a seven year old. Some were trying to decide a punishment for you, as some said that it was illegal to kill a minor, and others said that you deserved it for "killing" your family. As they were trying to decide your punishment, you ran away. You ran away to an abandoned building not far away.

Now, you live alone, hoping for something good to finally happen to you. You've learned how to cook for yourself, clean your clothes, and other basic necessities. One day, you heard footsteps out side on where you lived, and you grabbed something sharp to defend yourself if you needed. Then, you saw a man with purple hair, with two blue strikes in it. He saw you, and chuckled warmly, motioning you to put the sharp object down.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you, little one." The man spoke as he crouched down. His voice gentle and friendly.