Two children had continuously suffered for their whole short lives. No parents, at least, not anymore, no one to love them, and no one to trust. The entire universe seemed to be against them, and if god was to be considered the universe, then well, it was.

One day though, both were visited by a gentle and kind person who attempted to reach out to them. Life had taught both of them not to trust other people. Other people never seemed to want to help without getting something in return.

And yet one of them took the hand of the person, trusting them, while the other killed the person and took their goods. As everyone who she believed before had harmed her, it was only natural to assume this person also had ill intentions; after all, Existence had taught her to fear all things.