Your parents got killed. Killed by blood hungry monsters. You were alone now, alone in the world. Your parents were just too powerful, you suppose, they were strong beings, just like you.

As you were at a train station, a middle aged man –later turning out to be James, one of your care givers– with black hair, a suitcase and a clumsy attitude stumbled towards you. He offered you help and a home.

Now you arrived at and old house. In front of it beautiful plants were blooming, you had almost nothing with you, just your little plush fox.

James was standing next to you slowly pushing the small of your body forward to the entrance. "Come on, they won’t bite you, my dear."