"Please, please, Daddy! I don't wanna play this game any more. It hurts." She pleads. "I wanna go back outside."
"No, little Amaya. Not yet, just a little longer."
A two year old Amaya sits cross-legged in the middle of a dimly lit room, her father stands in front of her, reading an alchemy book. He has dark circles under his eyes, as if he hasn't slept in week, or even months. He takes a piece of chalk and draws a transmutation circle on the floor.
"Go on, little Aya. In the middle."
Amaya's eyes fill up with tears. "Please, Daddy, don't make me."
Her father leans over and wipes the tears from her eyes, then kisses her on the forehead. "I promise, Aya, this is the last time."
Amaya crawls over to the middle of the circle, and closes her eyes. "Please, Daddy... I'm scared."
About an hour passes, then screams come from little Amaya. Her left foot is no longer there. Blood spills from the stump on the end of her ankle.
Her father stares at her in horror, unable to believe what has happened. He shakes his head. "No, I can't panic, I have to think." He takes a first aid kit off the wall and wraps the wound tightly with a tourniquet. Amaya is nearly unconscious from the blood loss and pain at this point.
He runs up the stairs to call the paramedics. "Please, please hurry! My daughter... she could die..."
"I don't know who it could have been, officer. Please, just let me go with my daughter. She's so scared..." Five minutes later, her father is talking to a police officer. "The man who came... he was so... so cruel... we were only playing, and he came in and tried to..."
"Sir, you need to calm down. We still have some questions for you, before you can see your daughter."
"I NEED TO BE WITH HER!"
The police officer looks into her father's eyes. "The blood stains were in the middle of the transmutation circle, sir, we have probable reason to believe that you could be the cause. Our only objective is to protect."
"Do you know who I am? Do you know who you are accusing... I'm the Blood Alchemist."
"Yes, sir, I know that, but that's no help to your case."
His eyes go wide with fear, and his face pales.. "I didn't... I would never..."
"Sir, please come with me."
He nods. "Yes, ok."
Hours later, in the hospital, Amaya lays in a bed, under heavy anaesthetics. Her father walks in, now looking so tired it's amazing that he's on his feet. "Yes, doctor, She wants the automail. You can do it while she's under, correct?"
"Yes, but it's possible that the nerves won't be attached right if..."
"She's been through enough pain."
The doctor nods.