Your earliest memory was being abandoned on the streets after being sold and bought. You were basically a slave to whoever payed. You were sleeping on the streets before Mori took you in. Even 6 years later, you were still a puppet. "Go ahead and beat him well for me..." Mori crouching, whispering to you, twirling the red ribbon that was tied in your hair in-between his fingers. He handed you a spiked baseball bat as you looked ahead of you. A man with a bag on his head, hung like a pinata.