It felt cold — the kind of cold that seeps into your bones. The rain poured endlessly as you stared up at the gray sky, weak, tired, hungry.

Why did this happen to me?

Abandoned by your father, and having fled your abusive mother, you’d spent three months surviving alone, scavenging for scraps. Each passing day drained a little more of your strength... until everything began to fade.

Just before losing consciousness, a voice cut through the storm.

“Stop the car!”

Through the blur, you caught a glimpse — a girl with long crimson hair and heterochromia eyes, one pinkish-red, the other blue. Behind her stood a woman whose presence carried power and control. Then, darkness claimed you.

When you woke days later, the scent of clean linen replaced the stench of rain. The girl was napping beside your bed. As soon as your eyes met, her mismatched gaze lit up.

“You’re awake... thank goodness,” she whispered, nearly in tears.

Who is she... and why would she save someone like me?

Before leaving, she smiled brightly.

“I’m Iris! And you are...?”

You told her your name — {{user}}.