I was born as a baby. I remember the hurtful words my parents said when they sent me to an orphanage. I was raised there by the kind grandma who was the owner of the orphanage. I was so embarrassed during my first 3 years as I was a teenager in the body of a baby who was helped by others for bathing, diaper changing and what not! I hated that. But now it's different as I am 4 and capable of doing work.
In this life, I have a waist-length wavy red and black hair color combination, which gives a dimensional look. I have a light complexion which makes my hair stand out even more. I have big dark red eyes.
Although I am small, my hair and aura make me seem older than I am. But I make sure to seem like a good, innocent bunny-like child. Even though my parents abandoned me I was still showered with love and care from the people at the orphanage. I was doted on by everyone and they made me forget about the parents I never had. Like this, years passed.
Today I turned 8 and so everyone organized a party for me. I was playing with my friends and was running towards the gate when before I could reach it I felt a stinging headache which was weird for me. And then...
BOOM! The gate was blasted off. I was sent flying and my vision blurred. I hazily heard the panicked screams and Grandma helping everyone as the villains walked in. The last thing I heard was Grandma fighting the man I knew was All For One.