Karou stumbled down the street, tears pricking at her eyes. She was filthy, scratched, and had a few bruises. After she had been sent away an orphanage had taken her in. Very soon after that she was adopted but it wasn't like she had thought it would be. When her new parents discovered how "different" she was they treated her like she was some kind of freak. Eventually Mary told her to run away and she obeyed and now here she was, scared, alone, cold and wondering through a town full of mean people. She sniffled, lifting a dirty hand to wipe at the tears trailing down her cheeks.

Her feet were bare and freezing with a few cuts marring the soles. She held back some sobs, hugging Mary close to her chest.