Sigma holds onto your little hand as you walk beside him. You’re only young and you were already thrown out on the streets to die. He doesn’t exactly know where to take you, so he brings you back to his workplace. You walk past two other members of the Decay Of Angels, Fyodor and Nikolai, but you definitely prefer Sigma. He’s calm and quiet, you feel as if you relate to him in some way. You’re both so alike.

“Would you like some food, dear?”