"I'm eleven. ... If I didn't have to fight, I would. But the only way I can get food or keep myself safe is to fight monsters or steal from places when there's only a few people awake." He huffs and closes his eyes. "My group found me... four months ago? Five? I was on my own before that. I'm sure my mom wouldn't want me fighting either, but someone killed her in front of me. I spent that time trying to find him."