He was always alone. Ever since he could remember. He accepted that fact. He was alone. He wouldn't get close to anybody. He liked his solitude. He pushed everybody away. That's how it was supposed to be. He was only loved once upon a time, when his parents were still alive. They would still be alive if it weren't for that man. But, he took care of him. That man murdered his parents in cold blood, so, he gave them the same treatment. His hands were stained with that mans blood. Of course he was just let of with self defense. In all honesty it had been. It was killed or be killed. That's how it always was. Alone. He had lived in many orphanages since then. He was passed on between them because of how unsociable he was. He stuck to his books and gained knowledge. They tried to make him make friends but only ended up with quiet conversations. They tried to take his books only to be met with death glares. He was finally of age to go to high school in Karakura town. He aced the entrance exam only so he wouldn't have to go back to the orphanage. And that's where he was today, his first day at a new school in a new town. A fresh start if he would have believed in any of that. Your past is your past no matter where you are. He would always keep his quiet demeanor.