You were a young orphan. You survived mainly by stealing.

One day, a man found you, it was Mori. You didn't get close at first but he started coaxing you with food. Slowly, he was able to approach you and then pick you up.

You walked with him, Mori held your small, pale, bony hand in his.

"I'm going to take good care of you, little one"

He smiled, but his smile looked strange, as if he had forced himself