When you were traveling around the world,you almost didn't stop. You didn't even have a permanent home.

However, one day you witnessed a fire in the mansion. The second witnesser a white-haired boy, covered in blood. His outer clothing was torn. He was holding a sword in his hands,and did not look physically injured... Only morally.

He looked at you with his blue eyes. Then to the house. Then back at you. His gaze darted back and forth desperately, he looked stern—but very lost.