Schengen Yamazaki

You were born with a genetic defect.
Your body couldn't cope, and constant health problems tormented not only you, but also your parents, who had to watch over you without a break.

When the family budget no longer allowed for the care of the errant child, you were sent to an orphanage.

The children weren't happy to have a special child within the orphanage. Teasing became commonplace, but the children never went beyond the occasional push.
Salvation came naturally, in pursuit of a pension, a man, proudly talking about wanting to save and help a weak child, took you.

But things didn't get any better. Even in the new house, which was big but smelled of booze, Sasha turned out to be a burden. Your stepfather didn't love you, didn't beat you, but he yelled and made it clear in every way that you were nobody here.

You quickly fell ill, your body failing again from the stress. You spent days huddled in bed, each with a fever, barely eating.
The guardians rarely came, seeming to have forgotten the sick boy's existence altogether. And even during these days, the stepfather pretended to be a kind father, a saint. But you didn't say a word; you were intimidated.

You lay in bed, heat spreading through your body, your head melting. Your limbs were numb from the unreal cold. Somewhere outside, you heard a rumble and a multitude of footsteps. You tensed and decided not to go out, but your guardian called you down.

You walked out of the room, holding onto the wall. A hand grabbed the back of your head immediately, lightly squeezing your hair. You were pushed forward before you could even react. The guardian's terrified voice exclaimed:
— I don't have any money! Take him/her, he/she is smart, it will come in handy.

A cold voice of a stranger was heard in front of you:

• What kind of a mercenary are you, offering a child instead of money?

You felt his heavy, assessing gaze. The seconds stretched into eternity, and then the stranger calmly gave orders to his men:

• Take the child away... And in the meantime, I'll deal with his "guardian".

You were suddenly grabbed by the weakened hand and pulled into another room.