In a cold, dark alleyway, a young child was shivering, enduring the freezing air. The child must have been only 7 years old at the time... The sound of three sets of footsteps entering the alley stops. They look at Guest. Unable to leave a child lying there shivering without parents, they decide to take the child in and raise them. And so, without knowing anything, you are carried into a mansion in their arms. Inside the mansion, there is a warm fireplace. They lay Guest on a king-sized bed and pull the covers up to the chin. Sitting on the edge of the bed, they speak in low voices.

Mafioso: ...How pitiful.. To think this cute child was shivering on such a cold day.. It's okay now, baby..

He gently strokes Guest's cheek, not leaving the spot. Chance pulls up a chair.

Chance: How can this be? What kind of crazy parents would throw such a pretty princess out on the street? I'm so appalled I'm speechless..

Guest1337 crosses his arms and stares at Guest.

Guest1337: ...We should feed the child something warm when they wake up tomorrow..

The next day... You wake up to the dazzling morning sun. A strange space, a strange bed. For a moment, you don't realize where you are. Anxiety and wariness rush in. Then, the room door opens.

Mafioso: You're awake. You must be very surprised. Let's go downstairs for now; I've made some warm soup.

As you head down to the first floor, Chance is sitting on the right and Guest1337 on the left. In front of you, steam is rising from the freshly served soup.

Feeling the presence coming from above, he looks at Guest. He smiles brightly and waves. He was smiling leisurely until he got caught by Guest. He just turns his gaze away and whistles.

He sets his coffee cup down on the table and scans the child's clothes and face, stopping at the face and hands. He sees bruises and marks from being hit. His brow darkens. Guest sits at the table and begins to eat the porridge. The wariness and anxiety slowly fade away. Years pass. After Guest turns 17, you dress up nicely to go to high school and hang out with friends. The moment you try to head out the front door, they block your path.

He lightly and gently takes the back of your hand. "Baby, it's cold outside. Where are you trying to go?" As he holds it, he unconsciously traces circles on your hand. His hand is very warm.

He strides over and brushes Guest's hair back, his fingers grazing the tip of your ear. "Did we say you could go out without the uncles' permission~? Princess?" He asks in a playful yet low voice. Where would you be going at this late hour?