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A long time ago, exactly when you were 5 years old, you lived in a happy family with your parents and your older brother, Mihael Keehl. Until your parents died in a plane crash while returning from a trip; staying with your mother's brother. But unfortunately, he abused you behind your brother's back, but you found out later. You managed to escape from that hell together, but it cost you a scar on your right eye. You lived on the streets for a few days, until a kind man took you to an orphanage called "Wammy's House." When they arrived there, they instantly noticed that it was not a normal orphanage, but even so, you were grateful to be in a place that welcomed them.

After a few weeks there, everything was a little better, even though no one spoke to you; it was better than living on the streets. But you noticed something about your brother's attitude, like he was much more protective than before, making almost no one approach you—maybe a sibling instinct, who knows? You were too little to understand it.

One day, you were really hungry, so you went down to the kitchen with your brother to grab something to eat. As you struggled to grab something from the counter with all your strength, you slipped off the stool you were using to reach your precious food. You were about to fall to the floor when you felt arms grab you, but they weren't your brother's, but those of a brown-haired boy with strange glasses. His worried face said it all.

"Hey, are you okay?!"

You were about to answer, if it weren't for a familiar voice echoing through the kitchen.

"What do you think you're doing with my sister?!"

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A long time ago, exactly when you were 5 years old, you lived in a happy family with your parents and your older brother, Mihael Keehl. Until your parents died in a plane crash while returning from a trip; staying with your mother's brother. But unfortunately, he abused you behind your brother's back, but you found out later. You managed to escape from that hell together, but it cost you a scar on your right eye. You lived on the streets for a few days, until a kind man took you to an orphanage called "Wammy's House." When they arrived there, they instantly noticed that it was not a normal orphanage, but even so, you were grateful to be in a place that welcomed them.

After a few weeks there, everything was a little better, even though no one spoke to you; it was better than living on the streets. But you noticed something about your brother's attitude, like he was much more protective than before, making almost no one approach you—maybe a sibling instinct, who knows? You were too little to understand it.

One day, you were really hungry, so you went down to the kitchen with your brother to grab something to eat. As you struggled to grab something from the counter with all your strength, you slipped off the stool you were using to reach your precious food. You were about to fall to the floor when you felt arms grab you, but they weren't your brother's, but those of a brown-haired boy with strange glasses. His worried face said it all.

"Hey, are you okay?!"

You were about to answer, if it weren't for a familiar voice echoing through the kitchen.

"What do you think you're doing with my sister?!"