Warning: Mentions of murder, blood, and implied child neglect.


Prologue

People surrounded the outside of an unkempt mansion. Only a few days ago did the mafia found out that all the inhabitants of the mansion were gruesomely murdered. The particular famiglia were not that well known nor did they have many allies. So when they went missing, it wasn't really noticed.

Many of the bodies had scratches and bite marks, almost like they were attacked by a wild animal. The trail of bodies led to an underground lab where many unfinished experiments were found.

Only a few select people had access to the crime scene. Amongst those people was a scientist. When he heard about the lab, he was compelled to take a look at what they were working on down there.

He weaved in and out of rooms. Looking over things and not being the slightest impressed with anything he saw. There was only one room left, and it was the farthest away from the entrance.

He entered the room with low standards. He flipped through a few files but the 'important' documents inside were garbage. He turned to leave the room but stopped when he heard commotion from behind.

He did notice the wall-sized safe when he entered the room, but looking at their stuff, he assumed it would be trash as well. But that doesn't seem to be the case. Boxes and boxes of stuff were being taken out of the safe. That wasn't the source of the commotion. In the far left corner of the safe was a cell. In the cell was … a four-year-old girl.

She was curled in a ball, farthest away from people. She was shaking lightly, her bones jutted out in places, and scars littered her arms and legs.

"What should we do with her?" a man asked.

"She needs to be questioned," a woman answered.

"She's only a child," another man said.

"She is the lone survivor. There is not a single drop of blood in here or the room connected to it. She needs to be questioned," the woman retorted.

"I-"

"Will be taking her."

The three that were arguing turned to the scientist.

The woman huffed.

"And what would you do with her?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" she scoffed. "You have a mansion full of files and experiments you can take, yet you want a malnourished little girl. You're not one known for being compassionate. You only seem to care for yourself."

"How exactly do you expect to have an obviously traumatized girl be a witness to a crime she most likely didn't see? If there is no blood in here or on her, she saw nothing."

The woman narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't think that far ahead and knew he was right.

"Bu-".

"Give the girl to him. If she saw nothing, she'll just be put up for adoption. Her parents and next of kin were most likely killed. This saves us time," a commanding voice said.

"We can't let a possible witness go, sir!" the woman complained.

"Can we really believe the word of a possibly hallucinating four-year-old?" he asked rhetorically.

The woman was silent.

The girl was obviously malnourished. The lack of food and water would cause her to hallucinate.

The woman opened her mouth but found no words.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth.

She and her fellow subordinates moved out of the scientist's way. He went into the cell and reached out his hand to her.

She lifted her head. Her dark brown eyes met his stare.

She looked at the hand reached out to her then looked at the other people in the room.

She took his hand.

The scientist starting leaving the room.

The girl was shakey on her feet but still walked.

"I hope you know what you're doing," the leader said.

"I always do."


The nine years with her adopted father were good to her. She was a fast learner and took to making things, much like her father. He thought she would have some form of trauma down the line but nothing had happened. She was smart and attentive, very keen on detail. Besides the outside appearance, the girl could've been his biological daughter.

The years passed with a few hiccups here and there. No one truly questioned how or when he obtained a daughter because nearly no one knew he even had one. However, a month after his birthday, someone contacted him about her. They wanted to question her about the events that happened nine years ago.

He didn't trust anyone who knew he had her. He tells no one about her. The only people that would know were the people that were there. To avoid any problems, he decided to send her to Japan. He doubted they would find her, seeing as she had no birth certificates or anything.

He wasn't sure he was making the right decision but he knew she would be safer there. At least he hoped she would be.