Your mother was forced to marry that nobleman she disliked so much, but she couldn't die on the streets because of a pregnancy she had with your deceased father, a Youkai. In the end, she didn't want to see you grow up on the streets, stealing to survive. So much time in that mansion, which seemed like a prison to her but a refuge to you, she even accompanied you around.

Your little heart was hers, even though you were no longer inside her belly. She always protected you from your stepfather, hiding you in small rooms, in her clothes, or under her dress. With your small body, it was very easy to hide from the monster.

One night, your stepfather wanted to have sex with your mother, but she refused, and he stormed out of the room. She lay on the cold floor, her kimono down, staring at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and opened them again, her lips moving slightly.

— "I heard you..." —