I don't remember my childhood; I only recall small fragments of someone I once called mother.
She was like me, with long, rosy hair and naturally rosy cheeks, without any makeup.
She was a tall woman, that I do remember. I didn't know how old I was, but I remember running after her inside our home, a humble house she had built herself in the countryside.
Yes, the countryside.
It was a beautiful, calm, and peaceful place. I remember playing with a little orange kitten every day. I remember running through the rice fields, happy, as if nothing could go wrong, as if my world was perfect.
But... That world completely shattered.
I was sealed, sealed in a place I never thought I'd be, a dungeon made for me, to contain me while they waited to sell me—yes, the humans.
The humans I once swore to expel completely, the same humans who... brought, my Dear.
Yes, the Dear...
